The red berries were plentiful, and they had gone farther than they intended when George stopped waist-deep in the grass of a dry sloo, where shallow water had lain in the spring.

He nearly fell over something large and hard.

Stooping down, he saw with some surprise that it was a wooden case.
"I wonder what's in it ?" he said.
"Bottles," reported Edgar, pulling up a board of the lid.

"One of the cure-everything tonics, according to the labels.

It strikes me as a curious place to leave it in." George carefully looked about.