The vehicle drew up close to the hole. The driver reined in his galloping horses with a jerk at its side.
"Hello, Bill. Been waiting long?" yelled the driver to the old man as he jumped from his seat.
"Just finished," answered the digger.
The driver by this time was busy with the end-gate of his wagon. Letting it down, he pulled at a long box in the vehicle.
The box was a hastily constructed affair. It was of plain, unfinished boards. Sticking to the boards were pieces of colored lithographs, as though they had once been part of a dismantled billboard. The top consisted of two heavy planks roughly nailed on.
The driver struggled with the box a moment. Then he came around to where the aged man stood.
"You've got to help me, Bill. She's a darn heavy one," exclaimed the driver.
The two men clambered up on the wagon and grabbed hold of one end of the box. Together they lifted it in the air. The box slid to the ground, on end, with a thud.
The men took hold of the box and skidded it along the muddy ground to the pit. It was slid off to the top of the hole. There it stuck.