smash that there jug without wastin' no time."
"What fur?" demanded the red-nosed man, who was very much surprised.
"'Cause why, it's agin the law fur stuff of that kind to be brung into these yer grounds."
"Who made that there law?"
"The trustees. You'd best do as I tell you, 'cause if they find out that you've got it, they'll spill the last drop of it fur you."
"They will, eh?" exclaimed Matt. "I'd like to see 'em try it on. They'd better not try to boss me, 'cause me an' my boys have got rifles into the punt, an' we know how to use 'em too. Them there trustees ain't got no more right to say what I shall drink than they have to say what I shall eat. Besides, how are they goin' to find out that I have got it?"
"I shan't tell 'em, 'cause I've got enough to do without botherin' my head with other folks's business," answered the guide, who knew by the tone in which they were uttered that there was a threat hidden under Matt Coyle's last words. "But you can't keep it
