I know what I'd do." "What would you do, Mr.Bickford ?" "I'd go home and marry Sukey Smith, by gosh!" "Then I hope you'll get the money, for Miss Smith's sake." "There's a feller hangin' round her," said Joshua, "kinder slick-lookin', with his hair parted in the middle; he tends in the dry-goods store; but, if I come home with two thousand dollars, she'll have me, I guess.

Why, with two thousand dollars I can buy the farm next to dad's, with a house with five rooms into it, and a good-sized barn.

I guess Sukey wouldn't say no to me then, but would change her name to Bickford mighty sudden." "I hope you will succeed in your plans, Mr.Bickford." "Seems to me you're kinder young to be out here," said Bickford, turning his attention to Joe.
"Yes; I am not quite old enough to think of marrying." "Have you got money enough to get out to the mines ?" asked Joshua cautiously.
"I think I can raise enough," said Joe, smiling.
"My young friend is the owner of this restaurant," said Watson.
"You don't say! I thought you hired him." "No.

On the contrary, I am in his employ.

I have agreed to run the restaurant for him while he is at the mines.
"You don't say!" exclaimed Bickford, surveying our hero with curiosity.