"Also that
both of you went to look for it and were disappointed."
"Ah! The Englishman who was drowned--Mr. Seymour--he spoke of it, did he
not? He found us there."
"Yes; and you wished to shoot him--do you remember?"
"God in Heaven! Yes, because I thought he had come to rob us. Well, I
did not shoot, and afterwards we were hunted out of the place, which
does not much matter, as those fools of natives refused to let us dig in
the fortress."
"Then why do you still think about this treasure which probably does not
exist?"
"Why, Miss Clifford, do you think about various things that probably
do not exist? Perhaps because you feel that here or elsewhere they _do_
exist. Well, that is what I feel about the treasure, and what I have
always felt. It exists, and I shall find it--now. I shall live to see
more gold than you can even imagine, and that is why I still continue
to breed horses on the Transvaal veld. Ah! you laugh; you think it is a
nightmare that I breed----"
Then suddenly he became aware of Sally, who had appeared over the fold
of the rise behind them, and asked irritably:
"What is it now, old vrouw?"
"The Baas Clifford wants to speak with you, Baas Jacob. Messengers have
come to you from far away."
"What messengers?" he asked.
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