The floor of the crater was nearly level, though somewhat depressed in
the centre. Great masses of rock spar protruded here and there from the
soil, which latter was gravelly. On turning up the surface, however, a
formation of whitey-blue clay lay revealed.
"This is the place for the `stones,'" said Renshaw, exultantly, making a
tentative dig or two with his pick. "The Eye apart, we ought to find
something here worth having. Ah, I thought so."
He picked up a small, dingy-looking crystal about the size of a pea. It
was of perfect symmetry even in the rough, the facets being wonderfully
even.
"You'd better put that aside, Sellon, and stick to it as the first
stone--apart from our division of the swag. Knock it into a pin or
something."
It was a small act. But it was thoroughly characteristic of the man's
open-souled unselfishness. The first instalment of the treasure,
attained at the cost of so much anxious thought--of so much hardship and
lonely peril--he offered to his companion. And the latter accepted it
without hesitation--equally characteristically.
"We'd better get on to the big thing now, though," he continued, "and
leave the fossicking until afterwards."
In a few minutes they crossed the crater. Then carefully scanning the
opposite cliff they made their way along the base of the same.
"There's one of our `flags,'" cried Renshaw, suddenly. "And by Jove--
there are our chalk splashes! Not bad archery in the dark, eh? Look.
They are all within half a dozen yards of each other."
A great boulder some dozen feet in height and in shape like a tooth,
rose out of the soil about twenty yards from the base of the cliff. It
was riven obliquely from top to bottom as if split by a wedge; a curious
boulder, banded with strata of quartz like the stripes of an agate.
On the face of it were four white marks--all, as the speaker had said,
within a few yards of each other, and bearing the relative formation of
the stars composing the Southern Cross. Two of the arrows with the
strips of rag attached, lay a little further off, while the shafts which
had so faithfully left their mark lay at the foot of the boulder, the
chalk shattered to pieces.
The intense excitement of the moment was apparent in both men, and it
took widely different phases. Sellon advanced hurriedly to the face of
the boulder, and began scrutinising it, eagerly, fiercely, from top to
base. Renshaw, on the other hand, deliberately sat down, and, producing
his pipe, proceeded leisurely to fill and light it.
"It isn't on the face of the rock we've got to look, Sellon," he said,
when this operation was completed. "It's here."
He rose, advanced to the cleft, and gazed eagerly inside. It was just
wide enough to admit a man's body. Just then the first arrowy gleams of
the risen sun shot over the frowning rock walls, glowing athwart the
grey chill atmosphere of the crater. They swept round the searcher's
head, darting into the shaded cleft.
And then one swift reflected beam from the shadow of that rocky recess,
one dart of fire into his eyes, and Renshaw started back. There, not
two yards in front of his face, protruded from the rough surface of the
quartz, a dull hard pyramid; but from the point of that pyramid darted
the ray which had for the moment blinded him.
"HERE IT IS! THE EYE!"
The other was at his side in a moment. And thus they stood side by
side, speechless, gazing upon a truly magnificent diamond.
Well might they be struck speechless. To one the retrospect of a hard,
lonely life, sacrificed in detail to the good of others, a struggling
against wind and tide, a constant battle against the very stars in their
courses--rose up and passed before his eyes in a lightning flash at that
moment. To the other what experience of soured hopes, of reckless
shifts, of a so far marred life, of failure, and confidence misplaced
and unrequited--of gradual cutting loose from all principle--a confusion
between the sense of right and wrong, and, following immediately upon
all, a golden glow of hope no longer deferred, a sunny ideal of abundant
consolation; of love and happiness! But to both comfort, ease, wealth.
Wealth. The riches lying waste for ages in this remote solitude must at
length yield to the grasping hand of their predestined owner--Man. With
the first human footfall in this solemn untrodden recess rushed in the
jarring cares and considerations of the busy world in all its whirling
haste--its feverish strivings. Wealth!
With the point of his geological hammer Renshaw next proceeded to chip a
circle around the great diamond. Clink, clink! The hammer bit its way
slowly but surely into the face of the hard rock. Clink, clink! The
circle deepened. The chips flew into their eager faces. No thought of
pausing to rest.
It was a long job and a tedious one. At length the quartz cracked, then
split. The superb stone rolled into Renshaw's hand.
"Seven or eight hundred carats, if it's one," he said, holding it up to
the light, and then passing it to his companion. "Look what a shine it
has, even in the rough. It must have been partially `cut' by the
splitting of the quartz, even as old Greenway conjectured. Directly I
saw this boulder, split in half like that, I knew that it was in the
cleft that we had to search. Yet the thing is a perfect marvel,
well-nigh outside all experience."
"I wonder what the _schelm_ Bushmen will think when they find that their
`devil's eye' has knocked off shining," said Sellon. "By Jove, we
should look precious fools if they were to drop down and quietly sneak
our rope!"
"We should," assented Renshaw, gravely. "We should be pinned in a trap
for all time."
"Pho! The very thought of it makes one's blood run cold. But, I say,
let's hunt for some more stones, and then clear out as soon as
possible."
A careful search having convinced Renshaw that such a freak of Nature
was not likely to repeat itself, and that neither the cleft nor the
sides of the great boulder offered any more of its marvellous treasures
to be had for the taking, they turned away to search the gravelly soil
of the crater, with what intensity of eagerness only those who have
experienced the truly gambling passion involved in treasure-seeking can
form an idea. No food had passed their lips since the previous evening,
yet not a moment could be spared from the fierce, feverish quest for
wealth. They ate their dry and scanty rations with one hand while
wielding pick and shovel with the other. Even the torments of thirst,
for the contents of their pocket flasks were as a mere drop to the ocean
in the torrid, focussed heat now pouring down into this iron-bound
hollow, they hardly felt. Each and every energy was merged in that
intense and craving treasure hunt.
"Well, this can't go on for ever," said Renshaw at last, pausing to wipe
his streaming brow. "What do you say to knocking off now, and leaving
this for another day? Remember, we are not out of the wood yet. There
is such a thing as leaving well alone. And we have done more than
well."
They had. It wanted about two hours to sunset. In the course of this
long day's work they had found upwards of sixty diamonds--besides the
superb Eye. All were good stones, some of them indeed really
magnificent. This long-sealed-up treasure-house of the earth, now that
its doors were opened, yielded its riches in no niggardly fashion.
"Perhaps we had better clear out while we can," assented Sellon, looking
around regretfully, and making a final dig with his pick. There hung
the good rope, safe and sound. A stiff climb--then away to spend their
lives in the enjoyment of the fruits of their enterprise.
"If you don't mind, I'll go first. I am so cursedly heavy," said
Sellon. "And just steady it, like a good chap, while I swarm up."
A good deal of plunging, and gasping, and kicking--and we are sorry to
add--a little "cussing," and Sellon landed safely upon the grassy ledge.
Renshaw was not long in following.
There remained the upper cliff, which was, it will be remembered, nearer
the perpendicular than the other one, though not so high. Up this
Sellon proceeded to climb, his companion steadying the rope for him as
before. Pausing a few moments to draw up and coil the longer line,
Renshaw turned to follow. But--the rope was not there. Looking up, he
saw the end of it rapidly disappearing over the brow of the cliff above.
What did it mean?
It could not be! He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The rope was
gone. What idiotic practical joke could his companion be playing at
such a time? Then, with a shock, the blood flowed back to his heart,
and he turned deadly cold all over.
Alas and alas! It could mean but one thing. Renshaw's feelings at that
moment were indescribable. Amazement, dismay, burning indignation, were
all compressed within it, and following upon these the warning words of
Marian Selwood, spoken that sunny morning under the cool verandah,
flashed through his brain.
"He is not a man I should trust. He doesn't seem to ring true."
Heavens and earth--it could not be! No man living, however base, could
be guilty of such an act of black and bitter treachery. But _in Maurice
Sellon's possession was the great diamond--the superb "Eye_."
Even then it could not be. Surely, surely, this man whose life had been
saved twice now; whom he had been the means of enriching for the
remainder of that life--could not be capable of requiting him in such a
manner as this. It must be a mere senseless practical joke.
"Anything gone wrong with the rope?" he called up, striving to suppress
the ring of anxiety in his voice.
No answer.
Again he called.
No answer. But this time, he fancied he heard receding footsteps
clambering up the steep hillside beyond.
Renshaw Fanning's life had not held many moments more bitter than those
which followed. The hideous treachery of his false friend, the terrible
fate which stared him in the face--pent up within that deathtrap, and--
hollow mockery--wealth untold lying at his feet. And the
cold-bloodedness which had planned and carried out so consummate a
scheme! Why had not the villain drawn up the longest rope, and left him
below in the crater instead of up here on the ledge? Why, because he
knew that he himself could be shot dead from below while climbing the
upper rope, whereas now he was safe. The whole thing was as clear
daylight. There was no room for doubt.