disdain. "We are only doing it to square accounts with Dave Porter and his cronies. We owe them a good deal,—and this is the first installment."
"With a good deal more to follow!" added Nick Jasniff, with a wicked chuckle.
"To the best of my knowledge and belief, this is a public highway," said Dave, as calmly as he could. "You have no right to block the road, and I want you to clear that stuff away just as fast as you put it there."
"Hear him talk!" cried Link Merwell. "You'd think he was Governor of the State, wouldn't you?"
"Don't you mind what he says, Nat," said Jasniff. "If they start to take the stuff away we'll put it back." And then, looking around, he picked up a heavy stick which might be used for a club. He was spoiling for a fight, and only the presence of the girls, and the fact that he and his cohorts were but three against five, kept him from attacking Dave.
"Oh, Dave, what shall we do?" whispered Jessie. She was becoming more frightened every minute.
"I don't see how we are going to turn around," said one of the other girls. "The trees are too close to the sides of the road."
"We are not going to turn around," answered
