Art Painting

Art Painting
It seemed an age till he heard the steps and voices approaching again-and this time he heard an added sound-the trampling of hoofs, apparently. Then he heard Hendon say:
"I will not wait longer. I cannot wait longer. He has lost his way in this thick wood. Which direction took he? Quick-point it out to me."
"He-but wait; I will go with thee."
"Good-good! Why, truly thou art better than thy looks. Marry, I do think there's not another archangel with so right a heart as thine. Wilt ride? Wilt take the wee donkey that's for my boy, or wilt thou fork thy holy legs over this ill-conditioned slave of a mule that I have provided for myself?-and had been cheated in, too, had he cost but the indifferent sum of a month's usury on a brass farthing let to a tinker out of work."
"No-ride thy mule, and lead thine ass; I am surer on mine own feet, and will walk."
"Then, prithee, mind the little beast for me while I take my life in my hands and make what success I may toward mounting the big one."