The form of a "T" they made there in the grass; for one was short and extended across, near one end of the larger one.
"What do you make of that ?" Dade repeated, much lower than before.
"Senors, evil has been done here.

Me, I think--" "Don't think! Bring that shovel, over there--see it, by the tree ?--and dig.

There's one way to find out what it means." Valencia did not want to dig into those mounds, but the voice was that of his majordomo, whom he had for a month obeyed implicitly.

He got the shovel and he dug.

And since it seemed too bad to make him do all the work, Jack and Dade each took their turn in opening the grave.
And in that grave they found Mrs.Jerry, wrapped in her faded patchwork quilt, her hands folded at peace, her wistful brown eyes closed softly--There was no need to speculate long upon the cause of her death.
Her shapeless brown dress was stained dark from throat to waist.