"Seems all right," said Oppner; "if we don't get loaded up with lead. Is this place much further? We seem to have been walkin' up this blame hill for hours."
"See that white milestone? Well, the first gate is fifty yards beyond, on the right."
"Have the crowd arrived yet?"
"Some of them. They're drafting up singly and in couples. There ought to be four on the river side of the place by now, and Martin waiting somewhere around the front."
"Four to come, yet?"
"Yep. Two for the other gate of the drive, and two for the lane that leads down to the river."
They plodded on in silence. Abreast of the milestone, but without stopping, Alden whistled softly.
He was answered from somewhere among the trees bordering the left of the road.
"That's Martin!" he said. "Come on, Mr. Oppner, through this gap in the fence."
Mr. Oppner crawled, in undignified silence, through the gap indicated.