"Sure we have."
"Can you attach them to the back of the house as well as on the front?"
"Sure we can. But what good is that going to do? There ain't enough horses that we can get now to snake the old building out of the way. We'll have to wait until morning, and then we can get a blacksmith to mend the windlass."
"Yes, and in the meantime I'm stuck here!" exclaimed Dick.
"Well, that is too bad, but you can turn around and go back to the other main road."
"That's eight miles or more, and I won't get to Fullerton until long after dark, even if I break the speed limits."
"Well, what can we do?" appealed the man, while his fellows prepared to go to their several homes.
"I'll tell you what we can do!" cried Dick, with sudden energy. "Put your tackle on the back here and I'll pull the house far enough this way so I can get past. It's just at the wrong point in the road for me to do that now. Ten feet either way will let me pass."
"I s'pose it will, but land sakes! you can't pull that house with anything you can rig up now. Where's your horses?"
"Horses? I don't need horses. I've got seventy-five of 'em right here with me."