In Which a Dead Man is Made to Order for Little Toby Farr
"Couldn't you find none?" cried Jonathan.
"Yes."
"Where is he?"
"No use, Jonathan. He's froze fast t' the ice. I couldn't budge un."
"We'll all——"
Billy shook his head.
"No use, Jonathan," he said again. "He's hard as stone. We couldn't strip un."
Jonathan said nothing to that. He was in a muse. Presently he looked up.
Then he said: