"Put up some signal or other, to stop it.

That will save you a long, long walk, and save me from--remembering! I need you here with me," she added earnestly.

"Don't go--please!" "All right, as you will," the man made reply.

"I'll rig a danger-signal on the road; and then all we can do will be to wait." This plan he immediately put into effect, setting his knapsack in the middle of the road and piling up brush and limbs of trees about it.
"There," he said to himself, as he surveyed the result, "no car will get by _that_, without noticing it!" Then he returned to the sugar-house, some hundred yards back from the highway in the grove, now already beginning to grow dim with the shadows of approaching nightfall.

The glowing coals of the fire gleamed redly, through the rough place.