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four inches wide. With that rock Merriwell scooped a grave in the ground. That grave he lined with soft bits of moss, and then he took the squirrel, wrapped in the handkerchief shroud, and placed it in the grave. The earth was thrown in on the little body, and heaped up in a mound till it was a tiny model of the grave in the glade above. Then Frank thrust the flat rock into the ground as a headstone, and a tear dropped silently down. Browning had turned away. The big fellow had been taught a lesson he would not soon forget, and more than ever he admired and respected Frank Merriwell, who could be as brave as a lion or as gentle as a dove. "Come." Frank had arisen. Bruce followed him from the spot. They did not climb the rise and again enter the glade that contained the mysterious grave, but Frank led the way down through the woods till they came out to the rocky shore of the island, along which ran the path they had left some time before. Now they struck into this path and followed it round the island. Not a word passed between them till they came to the old granite quarry. There on their right the bluff of rock rose nearly a hundred feet in the air, with cedars growing away up on the heights. There were drill marks on the face of the rock. A weed-grown railroad ran into the quarry, and on the track sat a flat car, loaded with granite. "By jingoes!" exclaimed Browning. "It's plain enough there was some business done here some time." Frank looked at the face of the broad wall of granite. "I wonder why they ceased quarrying it?" he speculated. "I suppose the fishermen would say it was because the island was haunted." "More likely because the granite was not of the best quality. Now that stone does not look to me as if it is first class. It seems to me it is poor granite, and that is why the quarry was abandoned." "Guess you are right," nodded Bruce. They walked along the track which led out of the quarry and down toward some sagging sheds, in which they could see other flat cars. When the sheds were reached, they turned to the right and saw at a distance a house. Beyond the house was a large square building with many windows. Not far from the car sheds was an old wharf. "There is the house where the boss must have lived," said Merry; "and beyond it is the boarding house for the laborers." "Let's go look them over," said Bruce, who seemed remarkably energetic for him. So they walked over
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