Ben laughed. “How you’re ever going to get a rope over that top?” He looked up and shook his head in despair.
“No fear—I’ll manage that. Just let me get some stuff for a scaffoldin’ and I’ll show you the trick in a jiffy.”
“You’re a wonder,” Ben replied.
The question as to what he should have done without Mundon’s help occurred to him again, but he did not express it.
“I heard when I was up town this mornin’ that there was goin’ to be a sale of mules to-morrow.”
“You think we’ll need one to work the arastra?”
“Couldn’t hev nothin’ better. This sale’s goin’ to be at a horse-market out near the Potrero. S’pose you see if you kin get one cheap.”
“Yes; I’ll go to the sale.” Ben paused. “I say, Mundon, what is cheap—for a mule?”
“’Bout fifteen dollars ought to git one good enough, at an auction.”