Ben retreated and Mundon struck the chisel he held a blow that sent down a shower of soot, broken brick, and mortar.
“We’ll soon know now,” Ben said to himself, and his heart beat rapidly, when he thought of all it meant to him.
CHAPTER VII BUILDING THE ARASTRA
“We’ve got to find a place to keep the mule. It’s too cold to leave him outside,” said Ben.
“That’s easy,” Mundon replied. “One of the sheds’ll do first-rate. He’ll have a box-stall,—same as a racer.”
“I’ll fix it up for him right now. He looks sort of forlorn, tied out there in the fog,” said Ben.
“There’s two other animals we ought to find quarters for, too.”
“Two others? O, you mean ourselves.”