laughing. "Why, he wouldn't fork over so much as a sour apple."
"He'd want to charge Roger for the ride."
"We can take the mule to the Hall and let Marcy come and get him," suggested Messmer.
In a spirit of mischief Shadow had taken his stick and rubbed it over the mule's hind legs. There was a sudden snort and up came the beast's feet. Bang! crack! bang! they sounded on the wall of the dilapidated cabin, and Shadow leaped for his life.
"Look out, he's in action!"
"Clear the deck for his muleship!"
"He'll have the cabin down next!" called out Dave. "Take care!"
The mule continued to kick, and, standing at his head, Dave and Roger tried in vain to quiet him. Then of a sudden came a crack of another kind and the wall of the rotted cabin fell outward and the roof began to sag.
"Out of this, all hands!" yelled Dave, and let go the mule. Roger did the same, and both ran out through the open doorway. Shadow was already outside, and Messmer and Henshaw started to follow. Then the mule turned, knocking Messmer down, and made a dash for liberty.
The cabin swayed and groaned and began to settle rapidly. Henshaw leaped out in the nick of time, one heavy log scraping his shoulder.
