and the reverend exchanged a confused look.
âThe Loyalists arenât causing trouble for the Colonists?â Reverend Knox asked.
âWell . . . ,â Felix said, thinking hard.
Of course! The Revolutionary War hadnât even begun yet. No Boston Tea Party. No Shot Heard Round the World.
âOf course there are some very unhappy people,â Felix added.
Maisie looked at him, confused.
âUnhappy with the king,â he added.
âYes, weâve heard,â Reverend Knox said. He turned to Alexander. âShall we go to my office?â
âYes,â Alexander said. âMy heavens, yes!â
The two men put their arms around each otherâs shoulders and started to walk off.
âCome on,â Maisie said to Felix.
âCome on where?â
âWherever theyâre going,â she said.
Maisie and Felix crouched outside under the open window of Reverend Knoxâs office, a room off his peach-colored house. The office was full of men who smoked cigars and drank and talked excitedly to one another in booming voices.
Finally one of them called for silence.
âWe are here to deliver our good news to young Mr. Hamilton,â someone said.
âHere, here!â the others shouted, clinking their spoons against their glasses.
Then the crowd grew quiet.
âAlexander,â a man said in a somber tone.
Maisie recognized Alexanderâs voice as he answered, âMr. Kortwright.â
âYour employer and my associate, the esteemed Nicholas Cruger, and I have come to an agreement this afternoon after reading your letter in the
Gazette
.â
Mr. Kortwright paused for what seemed to be forever. Maisie found herself holding her breath as she waited for him to speak again.
Finally he said, âWeâve gathered the men you see here today, men who have witnessed firsthand your good business sense and keen intelligence in the absence of Mr. Cruger during his illness this past year, men who have read your literary writings, men who, as the merchants and leaders of this fine island, believe in you, young Mr. Hamilton. Men who believe that you should have the opportunity to pursue your studies in New York.â
Maisie gasped. âHeâs going to New York,â she whispered. âHe is the one weâre supposed to meet and give the coin to.â
âI think youâre right,â Felix whispered back.
Again, Mr. Kortwright had paused dramatically.
âTherefore,â he continued at last, âNicholas Cruger has agreed to consign four annual cargoes of Saint Croix produce to be sold toward your support and education.â
Reverend Knox spoke then. âAlexander,â he said, his voice softer than Mr. Kortwrightâs, âwe have secured contributions from all of the men you see here in this room. The four hundred pounds of pledges will cover four years of tuition and board as well as your transportation to the mainland. Letters of recommendation have been written to our close friends and associates, who we trust will welcome you into their homes and guide you.â
âMy gratitudeââ Alexander began, but he was immediately hushed.
âYour potential, my dear boy,â Reverend Knox said, âis limitless.â
âI suspect you will soon be with my son Neddy,â a new voice said, âtaking premedical studies.â
âThen on to Edinburgh,â Reverend Knox added.
Alexander laughed. âLet me first get into a college, Reverend.â
âThere is only one obstacle,â Nicholas Cruger said seriously. âThe American school year has already started, and there is only one more safe sailing there before winter arrives.â
âWhy is this a problem?â Alexander asked.
âThe ship sails tonight,â Cruger said. âIt leaves in a matter of hours.â
Maisie grabbed Felixâs hand and held on tight.
âWell then,â Alexander said. âI need to