As Mr. Bolton turned from Ben, on uttering this speech, he saw Mr. Dix, who owned another farm that adjoined his, approaching the place where he stood. "I want none of his interference," muttered Bolton to himself. Then forcing a smile into his face, he met his neighbour with a pleasant greeting. "You will excuse me," said Mr. Dix, after a few words had passed between them, "for a liberty I am about to take. I saw your man, a little while ago, closing up the gate that opens from your farm into Mr. Halpin's." "Well!" Mr. Bolton's brows contracted heavily. "Are you aware that his farm has the right of way through yours?" "No, sir." "Such, however, let me assure you, is the case. Mr. Halpin has no other avenue to the public road." "That's his misfortune; but it gives him no license to trespass on my property." "It is not a trespass, Mr. Bolton. He only uses a right purchased when he bought his farm, and one that he can and will sustain in the courts against you." "Let him go to court, then. I bought this farm for my own private use, not as a highway; no such qualification is embraced in the deed. The land is mine, and no one shall trespass upon it." "But, Mr. Bolton," calmly replied the other, "in purchasing, you secured an outlet to the public road." "Certainly I did; but not through your farm, nor that of any one else." "Halpin was not so fortunate," said Mr. Dix. "In buying his farm, he had to take it with a guarantied right of way across this one. There was no other outlet." "It was not a guarantee against my ownership," doggedly replied Mr. Bolton. "Pardon me for saying that in this you are in error," returned the other. "Originally both farms were in one; that was subsequently sold with a right of way across this." "There is no such concession in the deed I hold," said Bolton.