"Hugh," said he, also rising to his feet, "I am not quite through with you; I am now going to ask you to do _me_ a favor." "I guess it's safe to promise in advance that I will do it--that is, of course, if it be in my power to do it." "It is in your power.

Last night, when I was in the woods near your cabin, I noticed a strange odor in the air; I could not imagine its cause, but I know now what it was." "What was it ?" asked O'Hara, turning crimson.
"You and some of your friends have been illicitly making whiskey.

You have a distillery somewhere in the mountains, and, while working in the mills during the day, you have taken turns in running the still at night.

I will not ask you to tell me how long you have been doing this, but you know as well as I that it is a crime." The two men were silent a moment and then Hugh, without any appearance of agitation, said: "You have spoken the truth; the still was not more than a hundred feet from the cabin, and caused the smell you noticed." "How could you three attend to it when you were in the cabin ?" "Some one was generally close by.

The pipe that carried off the fumes ran into the chimney of our cabin and mixed with the smoke.