“Hi!” shouted the startled driver. “What you doin', Ros? What's that for?” “You go back where you come from,” I ordered. “Turn around. Get out of here!” I saved him the trouble by completing the turn. When I dropped the bridle the horse's head was pointing toward the Lower Road. “Now get out of here!” I repeated. “Go back where you come from.” “But--but, Ros,” protested Zeb, “I don't want to go back. I'm goin' to the shore.” “Then you'll have to go some other way. You can't cross my property.” Hallet, on his knees, looked out over the seat. “What's the matter with you?” he asked, angrily. “Didn't you say the town could use this Lane?” “Yes. Any one may use it as long as he behaves himself. When he doesn't behave he forfeits the privilege. Kendrick, you hear me! Go back.” “But I don't want to go back, Ros. If I do I'll have to go clear round by Myrick's, two mile out of my way.” “You should have thought of that before you brought that crowd with you. I won't have this Lane made a public nuisance by any one. Zeb, I'm ashamed of you.” Zeb turned to his passengers. “There!” he whined, “I told you so, Tim. I said you hadn't ought to act that way.” “Aw, what are you givin' us!” sneered Hallet. “You thought 'twas as funny as anybody, Zeb Kendrick. Look here, Ros Paine! I thought you was down on them Coltons. We fellers are only havin' a little fun with 'em for bein' so stuck-up and hoggish. Can't you take a joke?” “Not your kind. Go back, Zeb.” “But--but can't I use the Lane NO more?” pleaded the driver. “I won't fetch 'em here agin.” “We'll see about that. You can't use it this time. Now go.” Zeb reluctantly spoke to his horse and the wagon began to move. Hallet swore a string of oaths. “I'm on to you, Paine!” he yelled. “You're standin' in with 'em, after all. You wait till I see Captain Jed.” In three strides I was abreast the cart-tail. “See him then,” said I. “And tell him that if any one uses this Lane for the purpose of wilfully annoying those living near it I'll not only forbid his using it, but I'll prosecute him for trespass. I mean that. Stop! I advise you not to say another word.” I did not intend to prosecute Jim, he was not worth it, but I should have thoroughly enjoyed dragging him out of that wagon and silencing him by primitive methods. My anger had not cooled to any extent. He did not speak to me again, though I heard him muttering as the cart moved off. I remained where I was until I saw it turn into the Lower Road. Then I once more started for home.