The Scotchman chuckled softly. “Are ye a scollard of the auld man?”
“Mr. Gillies, are you aware that the grain boats of Augustus Caesar were four hundred and twenty feet long?”
The Scotchman chuckled again. “It doesna require a boat so long to go to the Soo. Would ye be going?”
“Not till tomorrow morning, but then I shall bring them some provisions. They’ll be taking a ride in Canada, if it doesn’t rain. What’s the prospect for fair weather?”
“Good. But it might blow up hard if she comes home and sees an Irishman with a bag o’ flour on his back. An Injun would be more to the purpose.”
“That’s a good idea. Any Indian in particular?”
“Na.”
“I will try to find one. How can we get the money back?”
The Scotchman advanced to his launch and stepped in.
“Were ye in France?”