“That was about the figure I had in mind. Of course, I don’t ask your opinion, Mundon, so much to get advice as I do to compare notes. I like to see if your judgment and mine agree.”
Mundon did not look up, but went steadily on with his work. “I understand—of course,” he replied.
CHAPTER VI THE MULE AUCTION
“A mule is very much like a horse, isn’t it?” Ben questioned, on the following morning.
“Yes; they are somewhat similar,” Mundon replied, going on with the task of untangling some old harness.
“Yet they’re different, too.”
“That’s so; they are.”
Ben did not like to admit his ignorance, but he very much desired some further information on the subject of mules before he entered the arena of the auction. He had a guilty consciousness that he had made Mundon feel that he resented his superior wisdom in many things connected with their undertaking, and that he was unreasonably jealous of his worldly knowledge. He regretted and was ashamed of his ingratitude toward this man who had proved invaluable to him, and he hoped that the other would overlook it.