“Thur was a long bundle did up in a carridge robe layin’ on the ground, and bime bye when he’d dug a long time he turns around and he listens, an’ then he snaps on his flashlight, an’ turns back the cloth an’ there was ’er face, jes’ as plain, same girl as we’d seen settin’ on the grave, only dead as a door-nail. Her face shone bright in his light an’ we couldn’t make no mistake. Then he covers up her face an’ snaps off the light and rolls her into the hole, an’ we could hear the dirt bein’ shovelled down in again, an’ me an’ my pards were weak as little babies. We couldn’t do nothin’, jes’ lay in the grass there an’ never moved till we hear his autymobile chuggin’ down the road. We was most too scared to speak then. An’ we got away acrost the fields an’ never come home till mornin’ we was so plumb scared. “We was tryin’ to figger out what to do, but next thing we heard the girl had went away visitin’, an’ we figgered it out that what you didn’t know wouldn’t never make you all feel bad, so we kep’ our mouths shet. But here lately, I ain’t ben sleepin’ well. Keep a dreamin’ I see that there girl with her purty white face a cryin’ out to me fer justice to be done on that there feller, an’ I made up my mind I wouldn’t hold back no longer, I’d tell you the truth, an’ you kin do what you like about it. My han’s is washed clean, enyhow. But if you all want ter prosecute him its a clear case of murder in the first degree, an’ we’ll all stan’ by ya.” “But you haven’t told me who the man is,” said Gene, his breath coming fast and his eyes taking on a wild look. “Murder! Think of it! To one of our family!” “Why, I ’sposed you knowed a course. Ain’t he ben comin’ here to see her? I knowed he was here the night after he took her away ’cause I seen him myself, follered him to the gate. Fact, there ain’t been much happened to him sence that I ain’t knowed ’bout. Had him watched, ya know. Can’t take no chances with a feller like that. Why, his name is Sherwood. Darcy Sherwood. Great baseball pitcher. Often had his name in the paper. That kind takes the girls ya know.” “Darcy Sherwood! Of course!” said Gene. “Where is he now? I’ll get out a warrant for arrest tonight.” “Well, that’s the rub,” said Tyke uneasily. “You see he got away a few days back. He’s ben keepin’ close, and been away a lot, but he musta got onto it that we had him spotted fer he made tracks fer Canada. I follered him up there, but found he’d left, given a wrong address an’ all that. But he’s back somewheres in this neighborhood. I’m sure o’that. You jes’ wantta put it in the han’s of the p’lice an’ you’ll get yer party all right, all right! Better not tell who yer witnesses are till ya get him safe an’ sound in jail, though. He mighta got onto the fact of who we are an’ cleared out.” Gene’s mind had run rapidly ahead of the visitor’s words. He was thinking fast what he had to do.