They looked into the brushwood and saw a single strand of wire stretched from tree to tree on each side of the trail.
"Not much of a fence," was Songbird's comment.
"It's enough, an' you-uns can't come no further."
"Maybe you live beyond," said Sam curiously.
"Maybe I do, an' maybe I don't. It ain't none of you-uns' business."
"You are very civil, I must say."
"Don't you git fly, boy, or this ole gun o' mine might go off. This ain't no trail fer you-uns, an' you-uns have got to turn back."
"Will you tell us if that other trail runs to Caville?" asked Dick.
"It don't run nowheres." The old man grinned for a moment. "It stays where it are. But if you-uns travel along it for about five miles, ye'll reach the town."
"And you won't tell us whose road this is?" came from Tom.