“And you?” he asked coldly.
“But one journey, Monsieur, along the Ottawa and the lakes,” was the quiet answer, “and that three years ago, yet I scarce think I would go astray. ’Tis not a course easily forgotten.”
“And beyond Green Bay?”
“I have been to the mouth of the Great River.”
“You!” in surprise. “Were you of that party?”
“Yes, Monsieur.”
“And you actually reached the sea––the salt water?”
“Yes, Monsieur.”
“Saint Anne! I never half believed the tale true, nor do I think overmuch of your word for it. But let that go. Chevet here tells me you know a shorter journey to the Illinois?”