Be mindful of what you say, he cautioned. There may be someone listening from just beyond the tree line. John Johnson, a member of Katuah Earth First!, raised an imaginary glass in his right hand and offered a profane toast to FBI agents and their listening devices.

For the second night in a row, the Mountain Justice Summer training camp's security detail had discovered someone in the West Virginia woods. At least, they'd heard someone. Members of one posse said they'd seen an intruder's eyes reflected by light the night before, but no one was caught.

Upon reflection during the camp's morning meeting, the consensus was that the watchers probably weren't FBI or any other kind of law enforcement. They travel in groups, the reasoning went, and each near intrusion had been by one person. Maybe it was a coal company hireling.

Caution was an oft-repeated watchword. Though most Mountain Justice folks are on a first-name basis, some folks don't share their last names. One organizer goes by the moniker "Hyena."

On what was billed as "open house day," everyone was allegedly welcome to attend workshops, eat with campers and join in protest songs. Even journalists were allowed in as long as they were tagged and accompanied by a minder.

Some folks had been misquoted in the past, organizers explained. Some were coalfield residents fearful of the press. Some had chosen a life of civil disobedience and were afraid of the press.

While some Mountain Justice campers seemed edgy about being spied on, they seemed to have less of a problem with spying. Workshops included how to send coded messages without software and what to use when you go surveilling.

Johnson seemed to have no problem with spying in either direction.

"I don't know about y'all," he told the group, "but I'd be offended if they weren't watching us."