"I won't dig another inch!" I groaned; "not to-day, at all events."
"Come out then, and consult," said Jack. Even he seemed dejected with the last failure.
I came out, dead beat.
"Are there no more nails in the wall, anywhere?" he asked.
"Not one," said I. "I couldn't dig again to-day if there were!"
"Have you tried the trees?"
"Yes; there's nothing to hang the confounded thing from on any of them."
"I see the cut-up trunk of a felled tree against the shed, over there. When was that one cut down?"
I didn't know.
"Ask old Baines," said Jack.