“Yes, sir. I’ll go over now and see Willie.”
Jim started over to the fur depot to find Willie, but on the way he saw him coming. “Oh, Willie.”
“Hello, Jim. Still running errands for Colonel Clark?”
“No. I guess my work with him is over. I was just coming to see if you could get me a job with Monsieur Cerré.”
Willie smiled. “Sure. Just today the men were saying they needed another boy to sort pelts this fall.”
“Can we go tomorrow?”
Willie shook his head. “There isn’t going to be any work tomorrow. The men have to wait for some supplies coming up from New Orleans. I’ll be glad to take you as soon as the depot opens again. I’ve just been talking to Father Gibault about getting the beeswax and honey from that bee tree I marked for him.”
“Haven’t you been across the river since that night?”
“No. You see Father Gibault thought it would be easier to get later in the fall. But since there’s no work tomorrow he said I might go after it, if I could get someone to help me. Would you like to go along with me?”
Jim’s eyes sparkled. “Sure, if Colonel Clark says I may.”