The Chief nodded and went minutely over the turf for a space several yards in extent, finally giving a grunt of satisfaction.
"Here you are," he said, straightening his body and pointing the toe of one broad shoe at the ground.

"They lifted the turf off and put it back again.

A pretty good job to do in the dark, I say.

Bring your shovels, men." It was easy enough to see the spot now that the Chief had found it.

The turf had been cut through with a shovel or spade and rolled or lifted back.