Of course, I'll be telling or sending her word every time me work can spare me.

Anything I can do it would make me uncommon happy, but"-- again truth had to be told, because it was Freckles who was speaking--"when it comes to protecting them, I'd risk me life, to be sure, but even that mightn't do any good in some cases.
There are many dangers to be reckoned with in the swamp, sir, that call for every person to look sharp.

If there wasn't really thieving to guard against, why, McLean wouldn't need be paying out good money for a guard.
I'd love them to be coming, and I'll do all I can, but you must be told that there's danger of them running into timber thieves again any day, sir." "Yes," said the Angel's father, "and I suppose there's danger of the earth opening up and swallowing the town any day, but I'm damned if I quit business for fear it will, and the Bird Woman won't, either.
Everyone knows her and her work, and there is no danger in the world of anyone in any way molesting her, even if he were stealing a few of McLean's gold-plated trees.

She's as safe in the Limberlost as she is at home, so far as timber thieves are concerned.

All I am ever uneasy about are the snakes, poison-vines, and insects; and those are risks she must run anywhere.