"Don't come no further," he said.
"Why not?" demanded Roy indignantly.
"See that sign?" said the man.
He pointed to a rudely painted sign on a tree at his back.
"Dangir. No Trespasin."
That was what it said in bold letters that sprawled across its surface in an untidy fashion. The execution of the thing was as bad as its spelling.
"I guess a pretty sick man painted that sign," grinned Jimsy.
"What do you mean?" was the surly reply.
"Why, I should judge he was having an awful bad spell at the time," was the boy's rejoinder.
The man scowled at him fiercely.