"I dunno," said Bob, diving his hands into both his capacious pockets-- each were big enough to hold a rabbit--and making a wonderful rattling.
"I reckon I"ve enough for to-morrow. It seems deep enough."
"Well, my friend, hand over."
"What!" cried Bob, "you want me to bail up?"
"Bail up!"
"You"re a downright bushranger, Archie. However, I suppose I must obey."
Then he emptied his pockets into a pile on the table--gold, silver, copper, all in the same heap. Archie counted and made a note of all, put part away in a box, locked it, gave Bob back a few coins, mostly silver, and stowed the rest in his purse.
"Now," said Archie, "be a good old boy, Bob; and if you want any more money, just ask nicely, and perhaps you"ll have it."
There was a rattling thunder-storm that night, which died away at last far beyond the hills, and next morning broke bright, and cool, and clear.
A more lovely marriage morning surely never yet was seen.
And in due time the carriages rolled up to the church door, horses and men bedecked in favours, and right merry was the peal that rang forth from Saint James"s.
Sarah did not make by any means an uninteresting bride. She had not over-dressed, so that showed she possessed good taste.
As for the stalwart Northumbrian, big-bearded Bob, he really was splendid. He was all a man, I can a.s.sure you, and bore himself as such in spite of the fact that his black broadcloth coat was rather wrinkly in places, and that his white kid gloves had burst at the sides.
There was a glorious glitter of love and pride in his dark blue eyes as he towered beside Sarah at the altar, and he made the responses in tones that rang through all the church.
After the ceremony and vestry business Bob gave a sigh of relief, and squeezed Sarah"s hand till she blushed.
The carriage was waiting, and a pretty bit of a mob too. And before Bob jumped in he said, "Now, Harry, for the bag."
As he spoke he gave a look of triumph towards Archie, as much as to say, "See how I have sold you."
Harry handed him a bag of silver coins.
"Stand by, you boys, for a scramble," shouted Bob in a voice that almost brought down the church.
"Coo-ee!"
And out flew handful after handful, here, there, and everywhere, till the sack was empty.
When the carriages got clear away at last, there was a ringing cheer went up from the crowd that really did everybody"s heart good to hear.
Of course the bridegroom stood up and waved his hat back, and when at last he subsided:
"Och!" he sighed, "that is the correct way to get married. I"ve got all their good wishes, and they"re worth their weight in gold, let alone silver."
The carriages all headed away for the heights of North Sh.o.r.e, and on to the top of the bay, from whence such a glorious panorama was spread out before them as one seldom witnesses. The city itself was a sight; but there were the hills, and rocks, and woods, and the grand coast line, and last, though not least, the blue sea itself.
The breakfast was _al fresco_. It really was a luncheon, and it would have done credit to the wedding of a Highland laird or lord, let alone a miner and _quondam_ poacher. But Australia is a queer place. Bob"s money at all events had been honestly come by, and everybody hailed him king of the day. He knew he was king, and simply did as he pleased.
Here is one example of his abounding liberality. Before starting back for town that day he turned to Archie, as a prince might turn:
"Archie, chummie," he said.
"You see those boys?"
"Yes."
"Well, they all look cheeky."
"Very much so, Bob."
"And I dearly love a cheeky boy. Scatter a handful of coins among them, and see that there be one or two yellow ones in the lot."
"What nonsense!" cried Archie; "what extravagant folly, Bob!"
"All right," said Bob quietly. "I"ve no money, but--" He pulled out his splendid gold hunter.
"What are you going to do?"
"Why, let them scramble for the watch."
"No, no, Bob; I"ll throw the coins."
"You have to," said Bob, sitting down, laughing.
The dinner, and the dance afterwards, were completely successful. There was no over-crowding, and no stuck-up-ness, as Bob called it. Everybody did what he pleased, and all were as happy and jolly as the night was long.
Bob did not go away on any particular honeymoon. He told Sarah they would have their honeymoon out when they went to the Bush.
Meanwhile, day after day, for a week, the miner bridegroom kept open house for Archie"s friends; and every morning some delightful trip was arranged, which, faithfully carried out, brought everyone hungry and happy back to dinner.
There is more beauty of scenery to be seen around Sydney in winter than would take volumes to describe by pen, and acres of canvas to depict; and, after all, both author and artist would have to admit that they had not done justice to their subject.
Now that he had really found friends--humble though they might be considered in England--life to Archie, which before his accident was very grey and hopeless, became bright and clear again. He had a present, and he believed he had a future. He saw new beauties everywhere around him, even in the city; and the people themselves, who in his lonely days seemed to him so grasping, grim, and heartless, began to look pleasant in his eyes. This only proves that we have happiness within our reach if we only let it come to us, and it never will while we sit and sulk, or walk around and growl.
Bob, with his young wife and Archie and Harry, made many a pilgrimage all round the city, and up and through the sternly rugged and grand scenery among the Blue Mountains. Nor was it all wild and stern, for valleys were visited, whose beauty far excelled anything else Archie had ever seen on earth, or could have dreamt of even. Sky, wood, hill, water, and wild flowers all combined to form scenes of loveliness that were entrancing at this sweet season of the year.
Twenty times a day at least Archie was heard saying to himself, "Oh, how I wish sister and Rupert were here!"
Then there were delightful afternoons spent in rowing about the bay.
I really think Bob was taking the proper way to enjoy himself after all.
He had made up his mind to spend a certain sum of money on seeing all that was worth seeing, and he set himself to do so in a thoroughly business way. Well, if a person has got to do nothing, the best plan is to do it pleasantly.
So he would hire one of the biggest, broadest-beamed boats he could find, with two men to row. They would land here and there in the course of the afternoon, and towards sunset get well out into the centre of the bay. This was the time for enjoyment. The lovely chain of houses, the woods, and mansions half hid in a cloudland of soft greens and hazy blues; the far-off hills, the red setting sun, the painted sky, and the water itself casting reflections of all above.
Then slowly homewards, the chains of lights springing up here, there, and everywhere as the gloaming began to deepen into night.