“Yes, about a month or so.”
“Well, well! Yeh don't say so!”
“Yes,” replied Cameron, “and I am surprised to hear that there is no work.”
“Oh! hold on there now!” interposed Haley gravely. “If it's work you want there are stacks of it lying round, but there ain't no positions. Positions!” ejaculated Haley, who seemed to be fascinated by the word, “there ain't none on my farm except one and I hold that myself; but there's lots o' work, and—why! I want a man right now. What say? Come along, stay's long's yeh like. I like yeh fine.”
“All right,” said Cameron. “Wait till I get my bag, but I ought to tell you I have had no experience.”
“No experience, eh!” Haley pondered. “Well, we'll give it to you, and anyway you saved me some experience to-day and you come home with me.”
When he returned he found Haley sitting on the bottom of the wagon rapidly sinking into slumber. The effects of the bucket were passing off.
“What about the groceries, Tim?” enquired Cameron.
“We've got to git 'em,” said Tim, “or we'll catch it sure.”
Leaving Cameron to wonder what it might be that they were sure to catch, Tim extracted from his father's pocket the paper on which were listed the groceries to be purchased, and the roll of bills, and handed both to Cameron.