"Here it is!"
His spade had struck something more solid than the soft earth.
All sprang forward, and the doctor uttered a cry as of terror.
Hastily the earth was removed from the buried object, until it could be lifted to the surface.
Chick stepped forward, and brushed the last of the earth from the face with his handkerchief. Then it was dragged to where the moon shone full upon it.
A murmur arose from the little party. The face of the dead man was cut and mangled with many wounds.
"It's Pat," said one of those who had assisted in the digging. "There's no doubt about it."
"Yes," said Haskell, who was shivering with fear, "I recognize the clothes he had on."
"He's got no coat," said one of the men; "where's that?"
"It was hanging on a tree in this garden," said Deever.