I shuddered. “But where is Bob?”
“Bob?” cried Anthony. “Bob!”
I glanced at the grave. The mound of earth seemed larger and higher than when I had last seen it. Doubtless the murderer lay beside his victim.
“Shall we not render the last service to this wretch, Anthony?” asked I.
“The scoundrel!” answered the huntsman. “I won’t dirty my hands with him. Let him poison the kites and the crows!”
We rode on.