They marched off at once to find him, and came across him taking some planks out of his wood-shed.
Their want was soon made known. Jill was always emphatic and clear in her utterances.
"A proper trespassers' board, Sam, like you put up in the pheasant-covers last week, and I should like you to paint, 'Trespassers will be prosecuted,' to keep people away, only you must leave room for the name on the top."
"Let him paint the name too," suggested Jack, "it would look better than chalk."
Jill looked doubtfully at Sam.
"Could you paint the word 'Bethel,' Sam? I'll tell you how to spell it."
Sam grinned.
"I reckon I could, missy. You show me where you want it put, and I'll do the job!"
"But you promise on your honour you won't tell, because it's a great secret, and we don't want any one to know where it is."