"Come along and unload your truck. Help me get some ladders out
of the barn."

Wonderingly, Billy did as he was bid, and the driver, now grown
interested, hitched his horses to the fence and followed them.

The silo was empty. Phil measured the distance to the top with
his eyes.

"About forty feet I should say," he decided. "We shall have to
do some climbing."

The ladders were far too short, but by splicing two of them
together, they reached up to an opening in the silo some ten feet
from the top.

Phil hunted about until he found a long plank; then setting the
spliced ladders up inside the silo he mounted to the opening,
carrying one end of a coil of rope with him. Upon reaching the
opening he directed Billy to tie the other end of the rope to
the plank. This being done, Phil hauled the board up to where
he was sitting perched on the frame of the opening.

"I'd like to know what you're going to do?"

"If you will come up here I will show you."

"Not on your life," replied Billy promptly. "I know when I'm
well off, and if you don't look out, Boss Snowden will get
his wish."