side than feel too safe and spend the rest of my life behind the bars."
"I guess you're right. Anyway, everything is all right to-night."
"I'm going to take a trip around the mill, anyhow."
"Your nerves must be jumpy."
"They are," snapped Markel. "My nerves are always jumpy when I think I see something moving down toward here from the woods—and I don't care whether that was a log or not, I saw something move."
"Oh, probably a sheep or a cow that strayed from one of the farms. Or even a dog."
"Yes, it might have been a dog," Markel admitted.
"We'd better get to work. Dock is waiting for us."
"I'm going to walk around the mill once anyway."
"Go ahead. Go ahead, then," said the other man. "I'll be inside with Dock."
The boys heard heavy footsteps as Markel left the doorway, and then they saw his dark figure in the moonlight as he came around the side of the mill.
They pressed close against the willow tree and lowered their heads so that their faces would not be seen. Both were wearing dark clothes and dark caps. They did not look up,
