He crept along by the undergrowth to where the body lay, and fearfully laid a hand on the still figure.
One touch was sufficient--he stood up trembling and shaking more than ever.
"He's dead--dead!" he muttered.

"Must ha' broken his neck--it's a good fifty feet down here.

Was ever aught so unfortunate! And--whatever shall I say and do about it ?" Inspiration came to him quickly--as quickly as the darkness came into that place of death.

He made an effort, and regained his composure, and presently was able to think and to decide.

He would say and do nothing--nothing whatever.