"Those look like human bones," said Captain Bascom.
Matt nodded grimly. "They are. Look. The skulls!" He pointed at a corner.
There were two of them, grinning at them in the morning light that streamed through the glassless windows. The bones had been gnawed, some of them splintered.
"That pig!" said Matt.
Lynn asked, "D'you mean that boar killed them and ate them?"
"I don't know whether he killed them or not. They might have been victims of the plague. But he sure ate them!"
"But pigs...."
"They'll eat a man, even domestic pigs will—and that fellow was wild."
Lynn looked as if she was going to be violently ill.
With a grimace of repugnance, Captain Bascom pushed through the front door. Matt followed him inside. His eye lit on a yellowed corner of paper on the mantel. He crossed swiftly to the fireplace.