"Huh! Think you're smart; don't you? Maybe you're a lawyer?"
"I am!" was the quiet answer "And I know my rights, and those of my friends."
"So that's the game, is it? You're tryin' t' establish a right here. Well, you can't do it! I order you off."
"First show that you have the right," insisted Allen. "Where is the dividing line?"
The man looked up and down through the woods. He went a little way backward, and then forward. Then he uttered an exclamation.
"There it is—back of you!" he exclaimed. "You're all on Mr. Jallow's land now, and I order you off. Them stone piles are the points in the line. That big pine tree is another mark. The line runs right along here, and you're all trespassers."
"Well, if that is the correct line, perhaps we are," agreed the young lawyer. "And we are willing to go—for the time being. But it looks to me as though those stone piles had been very recently put up, and the blaze on that tree is certainly a fresh one."
"I don't know nothin' about that," growled the man. "All I was told was that this is the line, and to keep strangers off; so I'm going to do it!"
"And we don't blame you," went on Will, recognizing that it would be poor policy to quarrel with a mere guard. "If we question this at all it will be with those in authority."
"Huh! If you lock horns with Mr. Jallow you'll be sorry for it," said the guard. "Now you'd better go. My dog is getting uneasy."