To let in the hogs!" "Aw, Isbel, it's not so bad as all that," remonstrated Blaisdell, wagging his bloody head.

"Jorth wouldn't do such a hell-bent trick." "It's shore done." "Wal, mebbe the hogs won't find Guy an' Jacobs," returned Blaisdell, weakly.

Plain it was that he only hoped for such a contingency and certainly doubted it.
"Look!" cried Esther Isbel, piercingly.

"They're workin' straight up the pasture!" Indeed, to Jean it appeared to be the fatal truth.

He looked blankly, feeling a little sick.