mney in the shed roof. It was evident he had come before
the others to get up steam.

In about half an hour those others arrived, about fifteen men in all, a
rough-looking lot in laborers' kit. They also vanished behind the shed,
but most of them reappeared almost immediately, laden with tools, and,
separating into groups, moved off to the edge of the clearing. Soon work
was in full swing. Trees were being cut down by one gang, the branches
lopped off fallen trunks by another, while a third was loading up and
running the stripped stems along a Decauville railway to the shed.
Almost incessantly the thin screech of the saws rose penetratingly above
the sounds of hacking and chopping and the calls of men.

"" trees
trees ""
"" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"" >>>>>>>>> trees
Observation Point (X) "" >
"" __ lane to**********
"" [__] sawmill road ************
"" >
"" >
"" CLEARING >
trees "" river landing > trees
"" >
"" _ Manager's House >
"" [_] >
"" >
"" > trees
trees "" >
"" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"" trees
""

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"There doesn't seem to be much wrong here," Merriman said when they had
surveyed the scene for nearly an hour.

"No," Hilliard agreed, "and there didn't seem to be much wrong when I
inspected the place on Sunday. But there can't be anything obviously
wrong. If there is anything, in the nature of things it won't be easy to
find."

About nine o'clock Mr. Coburn, dressed in gray flannel, emerged from
his house and crossed the grass to the mill. He remained there for a few
minutes, then they saw him walking to the workers at the forest edge.
He spent some moments with each gang, afterwards returning to his