"Look! there's a trespasser."
Jill pressed eagerly forward. A tall broad-shouldered man in clerical clothes was standing reading the board. Then instead of turning away, he went up to the pile of stones, and bending down was in the act of lifting one of them out of its place to look at it, when Jill's indignant voice arrested him.
"You're a trespasser! We shall prosecute you!"
He turned round in astonishment, and his stern, rugged features were transformed by a smile, when he saw the daintily-dressed children before him.
"Is this your property?" he asked.
Jill was like a little bantam-cock.
"Every bit of it is ours, of course it is. You must have seen the board; we ain't going to allow any trespassers here."
"You'll have to be prothecuted!" cried Bumps breathlessly.
"Yes, Jill said she'd prosecute," said Jack, looking first at the stranger and then at his sister, as if measuring in his mind's eye their respective sizes.
"What is to be done with me?" asked the stranger with an amused look.