hen he came up to him, he asked
leave to examine the gem. The Hottentot quietly assented.

Staines looked at it all over. It had a rough side and a polished side,
and the latter was of amazing softness and lustre. It made him tremble.
He said, "Look here, I have only one hundred pounds in my pocket."

The Hottentot shook his head.

"But if you will go back with me to Bulteel's farm, I'll borrow the
other hundred."

The Hottentot declined, and told him he could get four hundred pounds
for it by going back to Pniel. "But," said he, "my face is turned so;
and when Squat turn his face so, he going home. Not can bear go the
other way then," and he held out his hand for the diamond.

Staines gave it him, and was in despair at seeing such a prize so near,
yet leaving him.

He made one more effort. "Well, but," said he, "how far are you going
this way?"

"Ten days."

"Why, so am I. Come with me to Dale's Kloof, and I will give the other
hundred. See, I am in earnest, for here is one hundred, at all events."

Staines made this proposal, trembling with excitement. To his surprise
and joy, the Hottentot assented, though with an air of indifference;
and on these terms they became fellow-travellers, and Staines gave him
a cigar. They went on side by side, and halted for the night forty miles
from Bulteel's farm.

They slept in a Boer's out-house, and the vrow was civil, and lent
Staines a jackal's skin. In the morning he bought it for a diamond, a
carbuncle, and a score of garnets; for a horrible thought had occurred
to him, if they stopped at any place where miners were, somebody might
buy the great diamond over his head. This fear, and others, grew on him,
and with all his philosophy he went on thorns, and was the slave of the
diamond.

He resolved to keep his Hottentot all to himself if possible. He shot
a springbok that crossed the road, and they roasted a portion of the
animal, and the Hottentot carried some on with him.

Seeing he admired the rifle, Staines offered it him for the odd hundred
pounds; but though Squat's eye glittered a moment, he declined.

Finding that they met too many diggers and carts, Staines asked his
Hottentot was there no nearer way to reach that star, pointing to one he
knew was just over Dale's Kloof.

Oh, yes, he knew a nearer way, where there were trees, and shade, and
grass, and many beasts to shoot.

"Let us take that way," said Staines.

The Hottentot, ductile as wax, except a