"Wal, ye're young, an' you-uns both has honest faces. Revenues is sneaks. They show it in their faces."
"I don't suppose they have been able to check the making of moonshine—that is, not to any extent?"
She laughed harshly.
"Wal, I judge not! Did ye ever hear o' Muriel?"
"Who is he?"
"A moonshiner."
"What of him?"
"He makes more whiskey in a week than all ther others in this region afore him made in a month."
"He must be smarter than the others before him."
"Wal, he's not afeared o' ther revenues, an' he's a mystery to ther men ez works fer him right along."