He had not gone far with his labors before he caught sight of something that looked like a garment. He turned pale and hastened to satisfy his fears.
"He's murdered somebody and hid him here," he said. "I wonder—" he stopped and leaned up against the pile; "but no, it couldn't be."
Whatever it was that he felt could not be, evidently kept recurring to him, as he worked with feverish haste, until he had uncovered so much of the body as enabled him to feel it and to discover that it was still warm.
"Only just killed him, too!" he ejaculated.
The horror of it stopped him for an instant, and then he returned to his task with redoubled energy; so that he was undoing in seconds what Hoyt had taken minutes to accomplish, being assisted to that end by a strength that Hoyt had lacked.
"Alive! Harry Wainwright!"
It seemed as if the two discoveries had come together, and as if the fact that it was Harry Wainwright had more interest for the toiler than the fact that the discovered person was merely alive.
And how the remaining stones and brush flew after the discovery! And as soon as it was possible to do it, Harry was lifted to an upright position, the gag taken out of his mouth and his bonds cut.
"Bill Green!" was Harry's first exclamation. "How did you happen here?"
"Oh, it's a long story! but anyhow, I'm glad I did come here."