"Going to walk all the way?"
"If I can," sighed Joshua; and could not help adding, "and if I don't die on the road!"
"Jump up, mate; I can give you a lift for forty miles."
"I have no money," and Joshua turned away, with a sob.
"I don't want your money; I want your company. But how were you going to live, if you've no money?"
"I should trust to the Providence that has so wonderfully delivered me," thought Joshua, but made no reply aloud; though it could be seen in his eyes, which were filled with tears.
"Jump in," said Ramsay, imperatively and kindly, "without another word."
And without another word Joshua climbed into the cart.
"I dare say now," said Ramsay in the course of conversation, as the old mare trotted steadily on the road, "that you wonder what made me so anxious for your company. Well, I'll tell you. In the village where I shall put up to-morrow afternoon, and which is forty odd miles on the road to Sydney, live some people I'm very fond of, who had a sailor friend that they've not heard of for a long while."
"Ah!" sighed Joshua; "I know, what their feeling must be. Did they love him?"