"That!" said Auberthal, bluntly, pointing to the skeleton.
Siebach bent over it for a moment. Then he kicked it contemptuously aside.
"Somebody has been playing a practical joke," he remarked.
Auberthal coughed.
"I have not, nor has Bazarac. Who could have done it?"
"Do you suppose I have?"
Siebach seemed indignant. Auberthal looked at him very quietly.
"I do not suppose anything," he said, "but there is the skeleton, and there is—"
He turned to look for the horse, but it was gone.
"There was the horse," he concluded, "and to-morrow morning I leave for Paris. Good-night!"