"It's one of the roads," answered Andy.
"Then there is another?"
"Yes, sir, just beyond that fringe of trees yonder."
"Which is the best road?"
"What part of the Ridge do you want to go to?"
"Up to a place called the Blasted Pines."
"Then you had better take the other road. You won't get through this way."
"You are sure of that? I don't want to make any mistake."
"Yes, I am sure. I've been up there hunting myself," added Andy. He saw that the cutter contained a game bag and two gun cases.
"Is the hunting any good?"
"It was last year. I haven't been up there this year. I got a fine big deer up there. Maybe I'll get up there later--if I can't find work."
"Out of employment, eh?"
"Well, if you come up there perhaps we'll meet again," said the man, and started to turn the cutter back to the other road. "Much obliged for the information."
"You're welcome," answered Andy. And then he watched the turno