“The bell? Last time I saw it was when father hung it on one of the gun-pegs over the fire-place.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Chris, “and old Griggs is just finishing nailing up the door.”
“Then he’ll have to un-nail it again,” said Ned grumpily. “Hi, Griggs!”
There were two or three echoing raps with the hammer, and then a couple of finishing blows, before the American cried—
“Hallo, there!”
“You’re nailing up the mule’s bell.”
“Who says so?” and there was the commencement of the driving in of another nail.
“I do,” cried Ned. “You must open the door again.”
Rap, rap, rap, rap, bang, bang, bang, as another nail went home.
“Can’t be done.”