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"
And
where
are
their
posts
?
"
"
There
is
a
post
at
the
mill
that
you
see
there
.
"
The
young
man
,
who
was
studying
the
country
,
took
his
glasses
from
the
pocket
of
his
faded
,
khaki
flannel
shirt
,
wiped
the
lenses
with
a
handkerchief
,
screwed
the
eyepieces
around
until
the
boards
of
the
mill
showed
suddenly
clearly
and
he
saw
the
wooden
bench
beside
the
door
;
the
huge
pile
of
sawdust
that
rose
behind
the
open
shed
where
the
circular
saw
was
,
and
a
stretch
of
the
flume
that
brought
the
logs
down
from
the
mountainside
on
the
other
bank
of
the
stream
.
The
stream
showed
clear
and
smooth
-
looking
in
the
glasses
and
,
below
the
curl
of
the
falling
water
,
the
spray
from
the
dam
was
blowing
in
the
wind
.
"
There
is
no
sentry
.
"
"
There
is
smoke
coming
from
the
millhouse
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
There
are
also
clothes
hanging
on
a
line
.
"
"
I
see
them
but
I
do
not
see
any
sentry
.
"
"
Perhaps
he
is
in
the
shade
,
"
the
old
man
explained
.
"
It
is
hot
there
now
.
He
would
be
in
the
shadow
at
the
end
we
do
not
see
.
"
"
Probably
.
Where
is
the
next
post
?
"
"
Below
the
bridge
.
It
is
at
the
roadmender
’
s
hut
at
kilometer
five
from
the
top
of
the
pass
.
"
"
How
many
men
are
here
?
"
He
pointed
at
the
mill
.
