Jest as good and a little better," said Haley, staggering towards the
pump. "Say," he continued, with a humourous twinkle in his eye, and
glancing at the man lying on the ground, "Sam's kinder quiet, ain't he?
Run agin something hard like, I guess."

Cameron filled a bucket with water and into its icy depths Haley plunged
his head.

"Ow! that's good," he sputtered, plunging his head in again and again.
"Fill 'er up once more!" he said, wiping off his face with a big red
handkerchief. "Now, I shouldn't wonder if it would help Sam a bit."

He picked up the bucket of water and approached Sam, who meantime had
got to a sitting position and was blinking stupidly around.

"Here, ye blamed hog, hev a wash, ye need it bad!" So saying, Haley
flung the whole bucket of water over Sam's head and shoulders. "Fill
'er up again," he said, but Sam had had enough, and, swearing wildly,
gasping and sputtering, he made off down the lane.

"I've heard o' them circus toughs," said Haley in a meditative tone,
"but never jest seen 'em before. Say, young feller, yeh came in mighty
handy fer me a' right, and seeing as yer Tim's friend put it there." He
gripped Cameron's hand and shook it heartily. "Here's Tim with the team,
and, say, there's no need to mention anything about them fellers. Tim's
real tender hearted. Well, I'm glad to hev met yeh. Good-bye! Living
here?"

"No!"

"Travellin', eh?"

"Not exactly," replied Cameron. "The truth is I'm looking for a
position."

"A position? School teachin', mebbe?"

"No, a position on a farm."

"On a farm? Ha! ha! good! Position on a farm," repeated Haley.

"Yes," replied Cameron. "Do you know of any?"

"Position on a farm!" said Haley again, as if trying to grasp the
meaning of this extraordinary quest. "There ain't any."

"No positions?" enquired Cameron.

"Nary one! Say, young man, where do you come from?"

"Scotland," replied Cameron.

"Scotland! yeh don't say, now. Jest out, eh?"

"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, s