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Show Page 63 "How many folk live in the settlement?" I asked. "I heard Walter say thirty, however many that be," he said. "Only thirty people!" I exclaimed. "Why there were over two hundred people on the Jonathan. And London alone has over two hundred thousand, counting the outlying areas. It will be strange-seeming indeed to live amongst so few. "And how many in the entire plantation?" I asked then. "How should I know," the boy snapped. For a moment I was quite taken aback by his rudeness, but then I thought of a reason for that rudeness. "Can you not count, Twig?" I asked, when we were once again on our way. He shook his head. "Well, you shall learn," I told him. "That is why I have come, to teach you and any other indentured children in Martin's Hundred." "No need to learn," Twig said. "Soon's I can I'm going to run away and go back to London." I did not know what reply to make to this so I quickly thought of a new subject. "Are there many Indians hereabouts, Twig?" At this question, a gleam came into his eyes. "Aye. They come here real regular like." "Are they-fierce?" I asked, hoping he would not notice |