Colonel Clark would have denied in a soberer moment,--that St. Gre
and Nick had gone to New Orleans.
"You not spik, Monsieur. You not think they have success. You are not
Federalist, no, for I hear you march las night with your frien',--I hear
you wave torch."
"You make it your business to hear a great deal, Monsieur Gignoux," I
retorted, my temper slipping a little.
He hastened to apologize.
"Mille pardons, Monsieur," he said; "I see you are Federalist--but
drunk. Is it not so? Monsieur, you tink this ver' silly thing--this
expedition."
"Whatever I think, Monsieur," I answered, "I am a friend of General
Clark's."
"An enemy of ze cause?" he put in.
"Monsieur," I said, "if President Washington and General Wayne do not
think it worth while to interfere with your plans, neither do I."
I left him abruptly, and went back to my long-delayed affairs with a
heavy heart. The more I thought, the more criminally foolish Nick's
journey seemed to me. However puerile the undertaking, De Lemos at
Natchez and Carondelet at New Orleans had not the reputation of sleeping
at their posts, and their hatred for Americans was well known. I sought
General Clark, but he had gone to Knob Licks, and in my anxiety I lay
awake at nights tossing in my bed.
One evening, perhaps four days after Nick's departure, I went into
the common room of the tavern, and there I was surprised to see an old
friend. His square, saffron face was just the same, his little jet eyes
snapped as brightly as ever, his hair--which was swept high above his
forehead and tied in an eelskin behind--was as black as when I had seen
it at Kaskaskia. I had met Monsieur Vigo many times since, for he was a
familiar figure amongst the towns of the Ohio and the Mississippi,
and from Vincennes to Anse a la Graisse, and even to New Orleans. His
reputation as a financier was greater than ever. He was talking to my
friend, Mr. Marshall, but he rose when he saw me, with a beaming smile.
"Ha, it is Davy," he cried, "but not the sem lil drummer boy who would
not come into my store. Reech lawyer now,--I hear you make much money
now, Davy."
"Congress money?" I said.
Monsieur Vigo threw out his hands, and laughed exactly as he had done in
his log store at Kaskaskia.
"Congress have never repay me one sou," said Monsieur Vigo, making a
face. "I have try--I have talk--I have represent--it is no good. Davy,
it is your fault. You tell me tek dat money. You call dat finan
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