Binney and Tallow! I was considerable flabbergasted, but to have Binney and Tallow join in with the rest of the circus was more than I could stand. Mark seemed to know they were there, but how he knew it I couldn’t see. The whole business was too much for me. I didn’t know just what to do, so I rushed over and helped Mark sit on his man, though goodness knows that wasn’t necessary. Mark was doing all the sitting anybody needed. The man under Mark wriggled and twisted and made some noises with his voice like he wasn’t enjoying himself to speak of. He sounded like he wanted to be let up, and in a jiffy Mark rolled off of him and let him up. But he didn’t move off. No, he just sat up and grunted and began to feel of himself and let out sounds of misery. “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. “What’ll I do with this?” says Silas, giving Tod a little shake. “Oh,” says Mark, “l-let him go! He’s been mighty useful. We hain’t got a thing against Tod.” Silas acted like he didn’t like to do it, but he let go of Tod, and Tod scooted. “Guess maybe you better f-f-follow him,” says Mark to the man on the ground. “Tell Mr. Wiggamore you had bad l-luck. Tell him that you wasn’t able to do what you set out for on account of bein’ interrupted. And if I was you, I’d go away somewheres and hide.” “Huh!” says the man. “You dunno what you’re talkin’ about.” “Maybe so,” says Mark. “Good night, mister.” And _he_ went off—the man, I mean. That left just Mark and Silas and me, but in another minute along came Tallow and Binney. “Hey, Mark Tidd!” says Tallow. “Right here by the door,” says Mark. “What’s been happenin’?” “Has been a l-little confusin’,” says Mark. “But it all come out right except l-lettin’ that boat git away, and maybe that was for the b-best. George Piggins was in it.” “What’s that?” says I. “It was George,” says Mark. “How d’you know?” says I. “Easy,” says he. “Jest think t-t-things over. You and me was watchin’ Tod Nodder. A man was watchin’ him, t-too. That was Wiggamore’s detective. He figgered like we did, that Tod Nodder might lead him to George—which is jest what happened.” “But those other fellers,” says I.