"Whose wood is this? Yours or mine?" she asked.
"This corner is ours," answered Jill firmly, "No one used it before we did."
"But what have you been using it for?" inquired Mona.
Jill looked a little rebellious. Captain Willoughby seized hold of her.
"You are the little trespasser, not us, I fancy," he said. "Now then I have got you. Come along, and don't pull away from me unless you want a sore wrist."
So Jill was dragged captive before her board and pile of stones.
Mona looked at it curiously.
"Now what on earth does it mean, Jill? Explain."
"You're trespassers both of you," said Jill stubbornly. "It's got to do with us, and we are the ones that know about it."