"They didn't know much about sign painting, but they evidently knew what they wanted to say," remarked Tom. "Do you live here now?" he added, to the strange man.
"No; I was only taking a nap, that's all."
"Are you on foot?" asked Fred.
"No, my hoss is close by." The man gave a loud whistle, and soon a slick-looking mare came into view from behind the shack. "Reckon I must be goin'." He pointed to the board on the wall. "Kind of a sign to set a feller to thinkin', eh?"
"Just a bit," returned Dick dryly.
"It don't do to stick your nose into what don't concern you. Good-by."
The man left the shack, leaped into the saddle on the mare, spoke to the steed and, in a second, was off like the wind around a turn in the woods.
"Gracious, but he can ride!" was Tom's comment. "That mare is a peach!"
"Another mystery," came from Dick. He gazed at the board on the wall. "Do you know what I think?"
"What?" asked Songbird.
"That is an out-and-out warning"
"Sure."
"A warning meant for just such persons as ourselves."
