"Whenever it's necessary for an 'accident' to happen, merely send out into the woods for a load of timber from a certain place." "Then the iron hunter--the man who look for metal in the wood--he look some other place.

Beside," and Ba'tiste looked almost admiringly at a spike-filled tree.

"Eet is a good job.

The spike, they are driven deep in the wood, they are punched away in, so the bark, eet will close over them.

If the iron hunter is not, what-you-say, full of pepper, and if he is lazy, then he not find heem, whether he want to or not.
M'sieu Thayer, he have a head on him." "Then Thayer--" "Why not ?" "But why?
He was the only man on the job out here.