As it was, he had forgotten about this document; but it did not matter much, he reflected.

Nobody would be likely to find the bodies of the two men and horses under that lonely bank.

Certainly they would not be found before the _aasvogels_ had picked them clean, and these would be at work upon them now.

And if they were found, the paper would have rotted or been blown away, or, at the worst, rendered so discoloured as to be unreadable.

For the rest, there was nothing to connect him with the murder, now that his confederates were dead.