"But I'm afraid I'll have to hire Canadians." The man's face fell.

He looked anxious, and George remembered having seen a careworn woman tearfully embracing him before their steamer sailed.

Her shabby clothes and despairing face had roused George's sympathy.
"Well," said the man dejectedly, "that's for you to decide; but I've driven horses most of my life, and until I get used to things I'd be reasonable about the pay.

I was told these little places were the best to strike a job in; but, so far as I can find out, there's not much chance here." George felt sorry for him.

He suddenly made up his mind.
"What are farm teamsters getting now ?" he asked a man who was leaving an adjacent table.
"Thirty dollars a month," was the answer.
"Thanks," said George, turning again to the Englishman.