“Did he threaten you?”
“No, he just told me to get out and never come back. It wouldn’t surprise me if he leaves here himself soon.”
“Why do you say that, Tillie?”
“Because he’s afraid of his own shadow. But I don’t blame him for being nervous. This house is being watched!”
As if fearing that unfriendly eyes were upon her at that very moment, Tillie went to the window and after peering into the yard, lowered the blind.
“Twice I’ve seen men hiding in the wheat field just back of this place,” she confided. “The first time there was only one, but yesterday I saw three.”
“Are you sure they were watching this house, Tillie?”
“Oh, yes, they were lying on the ground. For an hour they scarcely moved.”
“Didn’t you tell Fenestra?”
“I was afraid to do it, but I think he knew. All day he kept inside the house, and I saw him at the windows. He was as jumpy as a cat. Another thing—I saw him loading his revolver.”