"All together?"
"To be sure! D'ye reckon we'll leave you here, now we've found you? We'll have one purse between three."
"Indeed, Bob, we will not. If I go to the Bush—and now I've half a mind to—I'll work like a New Hollander."
"Bravo! You're a chip o' the old block. Well, we can arrange that. We'll hire you. Will that do, my proud young son of a proud old sire?"
"Yes; you can hire me."
"Well, we'll pay so much for your hands, and so much for your head and brains."
Archie laughed.
"And," continued Bob, "I'm sure that Sarah will do the very best for the three of us."
"Sarah! Why, what do you mean, Bob?"
"Only this, lad: Sarah has promised to become my little wife."