"N..n...nothing! I wasn't doing anything!'" Tomas stammers, quickly throwing the fiddle and bow back into the hole with the bones.and the laughter distorts to a low singular growling voice and asks: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!??!?"
"Bury it!," he hisses under his breath. "Bury it quick!"
Pretending a nonchalance he doesn't feel, he quickly brushes any remaining dirt from his hands and clothes, and turns to walk away while shakily trying to whistle a jaunty tune.