“Hurt?” says Mark.
“Busted all to pieces,” says the man.
“That’s what you git for t-t-trespassin’,” says Mark. “This hain’t a healthy mill for folks workin’ for Mr. Wiggamore to go f-f-foolin’ around.”
The man didn’t say a word, and then out of the darkness came two men, one hanging onto the other by the collar, and Mark says: “Hello. Silas Doolittle! Who you got there?”
“Dunno. Somebody monkeyin’ around the mill,” says Silas.
Mark got up and took a look. “Tod Nodder,” says he. “T’other f-f-feller git away?”
“Jumped into a boat,” says Silas.
“Then Binney and Tallow didn’t stop him, eh?”
“Was that Binney and Tallow? Somebody was chasin’ him hard, but I didn’t see who. Looked like the place was full of folks runnin’ and bein’ chased. Seems like somethin’ happened.”
“Seems so,” says Mark.