"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 hillside 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."