Before the citizens could recover from this shock, Clark had outlined his plan of an immediate march on Vincennes and a surprise attack on Fort Sackville. He said he would need volunteers to help build a supply boat he would send ahead for his army.
“I’ll help. I’ll help,” came the cry of the men from every quarter.
“And we’ll help, too,” the women cried. “We’ll make flags for your army. You’ll need banners to carry.”
Colonel Clark smiled and nodded. “Those of you who will help with the boat and supplies, step over on this side. And you who will volunteer to go to Vincennes, sign up with Captain Charleville.”
The men quickly made their choices, and Jim began to play his drum again to interest the men in joining Captain Charleville’s company.
“Jim,” asked Willie, who had stood quietly up to now, “are you going to Vincennes?”
“Of course, Willie. I haven’t asked Colonel Clark, but he’ll be needing a drummer, I know.”
“If you’re going, I am, too,” Willie said, excitement making his voice shrill. “I think my mother has a rifle which belonged to my father. I can take it with me.”
Jim looked doubtfully at Willie. “Can you fire a rifle?”
Willie shook his head. “No, but I can learn.”