"Yes," answered Ben, in a tone of satisfaction. "I don't mind that."
"Then I'll tell you what I will do. You will take my young friend with you—his name is Rupert Rollins—and see that he has a good time."
"I'll do that, squire."
"I will furnish you with provisions sufficient to last you both a week, and will give you three dollars a day for your trouble. If there are any other expenses, Rupert will have money and will pay them. You won't need to spend anything, so there is no reason why you shouldn't save all your wages. How is your wife?"
"Oh, she's allus complainin'. She's had the fever'n ager last week."
"It is fortunate you have no children, for you don't seem to provide for even your wife."
"That's because I ain't lucky."
"Luck doesn't often come in the way of a shiftless man like yourself. Well, do you accept my offer?"
"Yes, squire. I'll be glad to do it."