farm surveyed, charted, and the boundaries marked. I can show you
the stone on the northwest corner; it's only a few yards away, over
there."

"Well, Perkins is havin' _his_ acres surveyed now," said Terrill,
"an' I'm one of the crew that's doing the job fer him. I'm axeman.
You see, I've reformed consid'r'ble since-----since last summer, and
I j'ined a surveyin' crew; axeman now, rodman later, if I'm good,
an'-------"

"But why did you want to see me? Was it about this boundary question?"

"Oh, you admit there is some question about it, after all?"

"Are you trying to pump me, Terrill?" asked Ralph, shrewdly suspicious.
"If you are, you won't get any satisfaction until I've seen our
lawyer. It seems to me you're playing detective instead of surveyor,
and you don't do it very well! You had better stick to your job,
and the axe!"

Terrill grinned.

"If it turns out that your pa made some mistake or was---er---too
cock-sure about the lay o' this land, what d'you think Old Man Perkins
would do about it?" he inquired meaningly.

"Prove his claim, and take part of our present farm away from us, of
course," Ralph retorted. "But there is no mistake. The land is ours."

"And if it is, would you be willing to sell----"