In front of a wooden building marked "Post Office," he halted. A large man, just emerging from the door, stared in amusement at the tiny parka-clad figure that confronted him.
"Hello, son!" he called. "Where might you be headin' fer?"
"I'm hunting for Waseche Bill," the youngster replied. "Have you seen him?"
"That'll be Scotty McDougall's team," observed the man.
"Yes, but have you seen Waseche?"
"You'll be Sam Morgan's boy," the man continued.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, come on along up to the hotel."
"Is Waseche there?" eagerly inquired the boy.