“Fasten those two sacks together, and we can sling them like panniers. Now, what else would make useful plunder? A coil of rope, if you have such a thing.”
Martin remembered seeing a coil hanging in Father Jude’s tool-house.
“Wait—and a felling ax and a crowbar. I’ll come with you.”
They ransacked the tool-house, and Mellis blessed Father Jude.
“The rope, yes, and that felling ax. This is a treasury, good comrade. Take that saw, and the mattock and spade.”
“Here’s a crowbar.”
“Oh, brave man! We shall bless these tools to-morrow. That big maul, too, and the billhook, and that auger hanging there.”
“I can use the rope to lash them into a bundle.”
“Of course. Give me the saw, the auger, and the billhook.”
Martin laid the rest of the tools on the ground, and lashed them together by the handles. He tried the weight of the bundle.