“Well, don’t you come on this land!”
“Wait until we do, before you order us off,” suggested Ned.
“They aren’t on our property, Noddy,” observed Fussel, quietly. “You boys can read, I suppose?” he asked, and his voice was a bit sharp.
“Oh, we’ve been to school,” replied Ned, easily.
“Well, just observe what the sign says—that’s all,” the foreman went on. “You haven’t any rights here now, you know,” he said, addressing Jerry.
“And we don’t intend to claim any,” was Jerry’s answer. “At least not now.” There was a significance in his tone that made Fussel look at him in a peculiar manner.
“I guess you don’t need to stand guard, Noddy,” went on the foreman, “and I need you over at the work. Come on.”
“You needn’t worry. We won’t take any of your yellow clay,” called out Jerry.
“You’d better not!” blustered Noddy. “That clay is——”