"Alright then." Winters slightly curled his lips: "I have an order right now."
"What order?" Xial asked, perplexed.
"Keep digging!"
So, shovel by shovel, the three of them kept turning over the soil like carpeting the valley until the moon hung high.
Just as Winters uncontrollably began to doubt his memory, he heard Xial's exclamation again: "Here!"
Since Xial mistook rocks for wooden stakes several times, both Winters and Pierre responded indifferently, "Is it another rock?"
"No!" Xial, anxious, pitched his voice: "Wood! It is a stake!"
"Let me see!"
Indeed, this time it wasn't a mistake. It definitely was a stake.
Winters stepped on the wooden stake and, using the stake as the central point and his stride as the radius, drew a circle: "Dig more! There must be two more stakes within this circle."
Spurred by the good news, Xial and Pierre moved swiftly, swiftly finding the other two stakes.
