There was not a day to be lost, and it was first of all decided that Ambrose must start for the outside world next morning.  Once started he would be out of touch with his partner for good, therefore every question had to be discussed that night, and there were a hundred.

Ambrose was astonished by Peter’s pluck and dash in business affairs.  Like many another junior partner he had been accustomed to patronize his elder a little.

“I’ll stand by you to the limit,” Peter had said.  “But this is your put.  You must do everything yourself.”

Therefore, after the details had been arranged, it fell to Ambrose to compose the letter to Simon Grampierre.  It was the longest letter he had ever written.

Tole and I arrived yesterday after a quick trip.  I have talked with my partner.  We agree to purchase all the grain grown around Fort Enterprise this season at one-seventy-five per bushel.

We will load up a york boat immediately with a small load of supplies for present use.  Tole will steer it up the river.  He will take this letter to you.  It may take four or five days to get a crew.

(Here followed an inventory of the goods they had decided to send.)

We appoint you our agent to distribute these goods.  I will send you a book in which to put down all the charges.  Let the crew of the york boat have two dug-outs to return home in, and keep the york boat at your place to send down grain and flour later.

I have missed the steamboat on her first trip out.  I will start to-day by canoe with an Indian.  It will take me ten days to cross the lake and go up the Miwasa to the landing and so to town.

I will order a full outfit in town, and bring it in immediately by way of Caribou Lake, and down stream to you.  I will bring a little process mill if I can get one.  If I have no trouble you will see me about the first of September.  Anyway I will be in before the ice begins to run.

Coming back I will have no trouble going up the Miwasa or Musquasepi or across Caribou Lake, because Martin Sellers has steamboats there, and he is independent and friendly to us.  They can’t stop me on the Spirit River either, because I can build a raft and bring my stuff down.

Where they will try to get me is on the portage between Caribou Lake and the Spirit.  They will try to tie up the teams.  On my way out I will see Martin Sellers about it.  He has power.

As soon as the grain is begun to be thrashed start the mankiller going to try and get a little ahead with the flour.

Send Tole and another good man in a dugout up to the crossing to meet me.  Let them start August 8.

I am sending by Tole two bottles of Madeira wine.  Send it to the sick man at the fort without letting him know it comes from me.  For yourself Peter Minot sends a box of cigars with his compliments.