s with a stone."

"Zo? Dot vas nod goot. Shdones are goot for die pirts to schvallow,
bud nod for outside den het. I dink, mein younger vrient, I should haf
knog dot shentleman's het outside mit a shdone, und zay do him, `You go
avay, und neffer gom here again, or I zhall bepper your black shkin mid
small shot.'"

"That's what Dyke did do," said Emson, smiling.

"Zo? Ach! he is a vine poy."

"Hah!" sighed the old man as he sank upon a stool in the house. "Now I
zhall shmoke mein bibe, und den go do mein wagon und haf a big long
schleep, vor I am dire."

He refilled his pipe, and smoked in silence for a few minutes, and then
said thoughtfully:

"Emzon, mein vrient, I am zorry to zee you veak und krank, und I am
zorry do zee your varm, und I should not be a goot vrient if I did not
dell you die truth."

"Of course not," said Emson; and Dyke listened.

"All dese has been a misdake. You dake goot advice, mein vrient. You
led die long-legged pirts roon vere dey like, und you go ant look for
diamonts."

Emson shook his head.

"No," he said, "I am no diamond hunter. It would not be fair for my
brother, either. I have made up my mind what to do. I am weak and ill,
and I shall clear off and go back home."

"Nein, nein. Dot is pecause you are krank. Bube, you make your bruder
quite vell und dry again. Dot is der vay. You shall nod go home to
your alt beobles und say, `Ve are gom pack like die pad shillings. No
goot ad all.'"

"That's what I say," cried Dyke eagerly. "I want to hunt for diamonds,
and collect feathers, and skins, and ivory."

"Goot! Und gom und shell all to alt Oom Morgenstern."

"Yes," cried Dyke. "I say: help me to make my brother think as I do."

"Of goorse I will, bube; I know," said the old man, winking his eyes.
"It ist pecause he has got das vevers in his pones; bud I haf in mein
wagon zix boddles of vizzick to vrighten avay all dot. I zhall give him
all die boddles, und I shall bud indo each zom quinines. Id ist pord
wein, und he vill dake two glass, effery day, und fery zoon he vill
laugh ad dem vevers und zay: `Hi! Van Dyke, get on your horse and go
mit me to get iffory, und vedders, und skins, und diamonts, till we haf
got a load, und den we vill go und shell dem to alt Oom Morgenstern--do
dem alt ooncle, as you gall him.'--Vot haf you got dere, bube?"

"Two or three of the ostrich skulls that I found with the marks made in
them by the Kaffir with a stone," said