"See how dried it appears ?" Freckles stared at her.
"Angel!" he shouted, "I bet you it's a marked tree!" "Course it is!" cried the Angel.

"No one would cut that sapling and carry it away there and lean it up for nothing.

I'll tell you! This is one of Jack's marked trees.

He's climbed up there above anyone's head, peeled the bark, and cut into the grain enough to be sure.

Then he's laid the bark back and fastened it with that pole to mark it.