"You don't pretend you have a title to it?"
Again the pause, then: "No, sir, I don't."
"Have you got a mule?" broke out Roger suddenly.
"A mule? No. Why?"
"How do you expect to do any farming without a mule? Come over to my camp next week when I get some in and I'll try to fix you up." Blease stood looking at him, tugging at his ragged beard, shifting from one foot to the other, gazing hopelessly round for an answer to the miracle. Finally he cleared his throat.
"Some catch there."
"No."
"How do you mean that, Mr. Payne?"
"Just as I say; if we have an extra mule next week we'll let you have it."
"What for?"