Part 26 (1/2)

”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.