The men didn’t know the boss very well. They could not say if he had killed Ryan or not. No one knows what had taken place that day. The cook and the boss had been alone. There was no one to tell Ryan’s or the boss’s story. What mattered most to the men was that their friend was dead. This made them very sad.

That night it snowed very hard. It snowed so much that the men could not take Ryan far to buried. They had to bury him by the Dungarvon Spring near the camp. After they buried him, they sadly made their way back to the camp. From the trees they heard wild yelling and whooping. This sound was not like Ryan’s happy whoops. The yells were the ones of someone being killed. It sounded like it was coming from where they had buried Ryan.