We worked in silence after that. But though we worked slowly, the hole steadily deepened. It began to get dark about four and Mayne switched on the light. It was a single naked bulb set in a wall socket beyond the switchboard. It was the same light that Holtz had smashed with his fist. Engles glanced at me. I think the same thought was in his mind, too. If I pretended to feel faint, could I get near enough to hit it with my pick, I wondered. 'Don't do anything foolish, Neil,' he whispered warningly.
I looked at Mayne. His eyes were bright. He was thinking of the gold. But they were watchful, too. The little black muzzle of the gun pointed straight at my stomach as our eyes met. 'If you move a step towards that light, Blair, I'll blow your guts out for you,' he said.
We went on digging steadily. The three of us were taking turns at working actually in the hole now.
When it was some four feet deep Engles' shovel brought up a mouldy piece of cloth. Keramikos picked it off the pile of earth we had thrown up. 'This may interest you,' he said to Mayne. 'It is a piece of a German field uniform.'
'Get on digging,' was all Mayne said, but his eyes gleamed.
It was pretty unpleasant work after that. The bodies were half decayed. Only the bones were substantial. We pulled them out with our hands. It sickened me to see the remains of those men. Soon we should be no better off than they. We were digging our own grave.
There were rusty bayonets, guns with the butts and stocks rotten and the metal-work eaten away, webbing that fell to pieces as we pulled it out, and the bodies. Some of them had so little flesh left that they were scarcely more than skeletons draped in a mouldy covering that was part flesh, part clothing and part earth. We counted five in all, confirming Korporal Holtz's statement. Then our shovels uncovered the corner of a wooden box.
Keramikos, who was in the pit at the time, looked up at us. 'Pass it up,' Engles said. Keramikos bent down and scraped the earth away with his hands. I glanced at Mayne. He was very excited now. It showed in his eyes and in the tenseness of his body. But he did not move.
At last the box was completely exposed. It was about two feet long by a foot wide by six inches deep. The wood was dark and rotten and caked with earth. Keramikos got his hands under it and passed it up to Engles. It was heavy. He set it down beside the bodies and looked at Mayne.
'Get the rest up,' Mayne ordered.