road, which is a public highway." He turned to Nat. "Are you Aaron Poole's son?"
"Ye-as," faltered the youth addressed, and he commenced to look worried.
"Did your father give you orders to close off this road?"
"Why—er—he—that is," stammered Nat. "What business is it of yours, anyway?" he cried.
"It is a good deal of my business," responded Jed Sully, warmly. "I am the roadmaster for this district, and I won't allow you or anybody else to close off this road, or any other, without special permission. You had no right to put those logs across the road away back, and put up that sign, and I want you to take 'em away as soon as you can."
"Well, my father bought this land, and"
"No, he didn't buy it; the paper company bought it," corrected Jed Sully. "But that gave 'em no right to close the road. You take that stuff out of the way, and at once, or I'll have you locked up." And walking around the barrier he caught Nat by the arm.
"Let go—don't you touch me!" screamed the money-lender's son, trying to jerk away.
"You let my friend alone," broke in Nick Jasniff, and made a motion as if to use his club.
"Here, none of that—or I'll have you all in the
