“Would such a person have to go to jail?”
“I should think it very likely. Why do you ask?”
“Oh! I knew a fellow once who—who—started to pull some out.”
“It’s a good thing he didn’t get any farther with it. A county jail is not a pleasant place in which to spend one’s time.”
Dannie knew that. He had visited the jail once, with his grandfather, and had seen the prisoners in their little iron-barred cells, and had thought how dreadful it must be to be locked up there, especially in the night-time.
But there was one hope still left to him.
“Suppose,” he suggested, “suppose the man who pulled out the stakes was the one who owned the land?”
“That wouldn’t help it much. A railroad has a right to locate its route through any man’s land.”
“But suppose they drove their stakes in his graveyard?”