"Humph! A lot you know about it, Ben Basswood! This is my father's land, and I reckon he knows his rights. You are not going down to the Falls to-day to have your picnic." And Nat's small eyes gleamed maliciously.
"We don't intend to go down to the Falls,—now that we know how matters stand," said Dave. "But we are going through on this road."
"Not much you ain't not another step!" roared Nat.
"That's right, Nat, make 'em keep off your property," put in Link Merwell.
"Show 'em that you won't allow a poorhouse nobody to dictate to you," added Nick Jasniff, but in such a low voice that Dave did not catch all he said.
"I said we were going through on this road—and we are," answered Dave, calmly, and he started to turn on the power again. As he did this Nat Poole leaped to the road directly in front of the touring car, and Jasniff and Merwell followed suit.
"Stop! Don't you dare to touch me, or I'll have the law on you!" screamed the moneylender's son.
"We'll fix 'em for you, Nat!" cried Nick Jasniff. "Come on, Link, get to work!" And leaping to one side of the roadway he dragged forth the dead limb of a tree and dropped it in
