so ever since I have worked on the farm. I think I once heard Mr.
Jenkins, from whom you bought, tell somebody that Mr. Halpin's farm
had the right of way across this one.

"The right of way across my farm!" exclaimed Mr. Bolton, with
strongly-marked surprise. "We'll see about that! Come! go with me. I
want to take a look at that part of my forty acres."

And Mr. Bolton strode off, accompanied by Ben, to take more
particular note of the extreme south edge of his beautiful tract of
land. The shape of this tract was somewhat in the form of a
triangle, with the apex at the southern boundary, near the verge of
which ran a stream of water. Beyond this stream was a narrow strip
of ground, some thirty feet wide, bounded by the fence enclosing the
land belonging to another owner; (sic) it length was not more than
two hundred feet. It was along this strip of ground that Mr. Bolton
had observed the wagon of Mr. Halpin pass. The gate opening upon his
premises was at one end, and now, for the first time, he discovered
that there was a gate at the other end, opening from his farm to
that of Mr. Halpin, while the ground was cut up with numerous
wheel-tracks.

"Upon my word, this is all very fine!" said Mr. Bolton. "The right
of way across my farm! we'll see about that! Ben, do you get four
good rails and put them firmly into the gate-posts on Mr. Halpin's
side. Throw the gate over into his field."

Ben looked confounded at this order.

"Do you understand me?" said Mr. Bolton.