ABSTRACT
R Iding from Hackensack to Fort Lee, a few days after the British capture of Fort Washington, Henry Knox sought for words to say to the tall man beside him. Knox had been at Hackensack when the fiasco at Fort Washington occurred, and the first definitive news of it he had was a note from Greene, a confused, hopeless confession. Knox liked Greene, as a man and as a friend—aside from the fact that the two of them, along with Mifflin, Putnam and Mercer, constituted almost all the support the commander in chief had. Now Knox wanted to say something in defense of Greene.
