"Have you got a fire in the mill?" he hinted hopefully.
Uncle Dock glanced at Markel, who shook his head in a surly manner.
"No," he answered. "Lester can go to bed until his clothes dry."
"My own clothes are pretty wet."
Markel affected not to hear this remark, but hastened on toward the mill.
"When did you take over the mill?" asked Frank of the old man.
"A few weeks ago."
"What are your prices for milling?" asked Chet. "My father was saying the other day that he wished the old Turner mill would open again. If he had known you were running the place he would have been over by now. He can put a lot of trade your way."
Uncle Dock hesitated and glanced at the other man.
"You'd better talk to him, Kurt."