"It might not be so easy." The old man looked at him a moment, as if hesitating, and then put the packet back into the box and locked the latter with the key that hung from his neck by a small silver chain.
"I trust you," he said, and he gave the box to Zorzi, to be deposited in the hole.
Zorzi stood up, and taking a little tow from the supply used for cleaning the blow-pipes, he dipped it into the oil of the lamp and proceeded to grease the box carefully before hiding it.
"It would rust," he explained.
He laid the box in the hole and covered it with earth before placing the stone over it.
"Be careful to make the stone lie quite flat," said Angelo, bending down and gathering his gown off the floor in a bunch at his knees.

"If it does not lie flat, the stone will move when the boys tread on it, and they may think of taking it up." "It is very heavy," answered the young man.

"It was as much as I could do to heave it up.

You need not be afraid of the boys." "It is not a very safe place, I fear, after all," returned Beroviero doubtfully.

"Be sure to leave no marks of the crowbar, and no loose earth near it." The heavy slab slipped into its bed with a soft thud.