cloud and slowly the hillside was again bathed in radiance.
Panting, the boys halted beneath the tree and looked back.
They could see the dark figure of Markel as he cut across the slope in a diagonal direction and they watched as he drew near the place where they had been lying.
They saw him stop, kick at something in the grass, then they heard him mutter as he turned away.
"Well, what was it?" called the other man from the doorway of the mill.
"It was a log all right," admitted Markel in a disgruntled tone. "But I could have sworn I saw it move a while ago."
"Better get your eyes tested."
To this pleasantry Markel made no reply, but trudged on down the slope until he again reached the mill. The boys pressed close to the willow tree.
"You may think I'm being too careful," they heard Markel saying. "But we've got good reason to be careful. You know what'll happen to the whole crowd of us if we're caught."
"Sure. About twenty years in the pen. But we're not going to be caught I tell you."
"Don't be too sure. We can't afford to take chances, anyway. I'd rather keep my eyes open and get fooled by a few logs on the hill-
