"It were a mortal long time since I were last hereabouts," he said. "I best take me bearings off the Friar's Heel...."
"What's that?"
"Yon great stone, standing alone in the Avenue." We squinted; it was barely visible as a dark shape against the sky.
"The bones were buried there?" Foster asked.
"Nay, all by theirself, they was. Now it were twenty paces, granfer said, him bein fifteen stone and long in the leg...." The publican muttered to himself, pacing off distances.
"What's to keep him from just pointing to a spot after a while," I said to Foster, "and saying 'This is it'?"
"We'll wait and see," Foster said.
"They were a hollow, as it were, in the earth," the publican said, "with a bit of stone by it. I reckon it were fifty paces from here—" he pointed, "—yonder."
"I don't see anything," I said.
"Let's take a closer look." Foster started off and I followed, the publican trailing behind. I made out a dim shape, with a deep depression in the earth before it.