"I want for you-uns to turn around an' go tudder way."
"Isn't this the trail to Caville?"
"No, it ain't, an' you-uns can't come this way, nohow."
"Is it a private road?"
"Yes."
"Where does it lead to?"
"That ain't none o' you-uns' business," said the old man curtly.
"You-uns is on the wrong road, an' have got to turn back."
"Supposing we don't turn back?" questioned Tom, who did not fancy the style in which they were being addressed.
At this, the old man tapped his gun.
"Orders is to turn 'em back, or shoot," he answered simply. "This are a private road. Don't ye see the wire fence?"