And next, I saw my quarterstaff still resting against the tree where I had left it.

The collier saw it too, and said that some forester was doubtless resting close by, seeming uneasy about the same.

But I said that no question should be made of his presence in the wood, if it were so, and we came up to it.

Then he started, and cried to me to look around.
My billhook, covered with new rust from the dew, lay where I had thrown it in stripping off my own garments to arm myself; but of the man I had slain only scattered bones were left.

The wolves had devoured him.
When I saw that, I thought that this dead man might as well pass for myself--Heregar, the outlaw.