CHAPTER XXXVI.

PURSUERS AND PURSUED.

It may be doubted whether the most cool-headed of men could find

himself in such a situation as that of Fred Ashman, without being

overwhelmed by the bewildering wealth surrounding him. He forgot for

the time that the lives of himself and lovely companion were at stake,

and that, despite her assurance that they were the first persons who

had ever entered the wonderful cavern of diamonds, its existence might

be known or discovered by their vengeful pursuers.

With the aid of his hunting knife, he set himself to work picking out

the precious gems that were within his reach at all times.

Now and then, when some one of unusual size fell into his palm he

uttered an exclamation of delight, and turned and held it up for Ariel

to admire. She smiled at his pleasure, and showed her sympathy by

assisting in the excavation of the marvellous pebbles.

As they toiled, they advanced, sometimes a step at a time, and then for

several paces. Conscious that he could carry away only an infinitely

small portion of the riches, Ashman found himself in the unparalleled

situation of casting aside the smaller gems and taking only those that

were large and of the first water.

Who before was compelled to fling away diamonds worth hundreds of

dollars apiece, simply because they were of too insignificant value to

be carried with him? Ariel, who was a much better expert than he,

carefully selected the choicest until she was burdened with all she

could conveniently carry. He filled his pockets and thrust others into

every receptacle at command. The partially emptied cartridge-belt was

made to do duty as a casket, and it is safe to say that no similar

contrivance was ever laden with a tithe of the riches that particular

one held.

"Ah," reflected the young man again and again, "if only the Professor

and Long were here to help me!"

But there came the time, all too soon, when he was forced to admit that

it was useless to attempt to carry more. He had the wealth of a prince

about his person, and yet the storehouse showed no diminution of its

boundless supply, which was enough to burden a regiment of soldiers.

Gold, the most precious of all metals, for which men delve and starve

and toil and die, still lies hidden in immeasurable masses, in

unsuspected places, screened perhaps by a thin sheeting of earth, over

which thousands have tramped, never dreaming of the boundless riches

just beneath their feet. And rubies and diamonds strew the bottom of

the ocean or scintillate within caverns and caves, as they have shone

and gleamed through ages, still waiting for the fortunate miner or

explorer to bring them to light and the gaze of an admiring world.

"If I ever live to get away from this spot," added Ashman, when he

ceased his wonderful garnering, "I will bring a force here; I can

afford to make it irresistible by King Haffgo, for every one of the men

can take away a fortune and leave more than enough for these

barbarians."

"I can take no more," he said, turning his flushed face upon the

radiant countenance just behind him; "King Haffgo will never miss

these, but when I carry you to my distant home, Ariel, where I shall

cherish and love you forever, these diamonds will bring us such wealth

that we shall never know the meaning of want; every luxury that

affection can dream of, or heart can crave, shall be yours."

"The greatest luxury my heart yearns for," said she softly, "is _your_

love."

"And that you have now," he replied catching her in his arms and

straining her to his heart.

"I am sure of it," replied the happy maiden, resisting no longer the

ardent embrace of him whose affection seemed to grow with every passing

hour.

"All that I pray heaven to grant is the opportunity to prove to you

that you are not mistaken. I do not want to leave here or ever see my

home again unless you are with me. I shall live or die with you, for

death with you is preferable to life without you, my cherished, my own

Ariel."

The radiant countenance was illumined by a light such as only the

divine passion can impart. She did not speak, for there are some

emotions of the soul beyond the power of language.

The hunt for the diamonds had taken the lovers to a point almost

opposite the entrance. They observed what they had not noticed during

their absorbing work,--the ledge along which they advanced, steadily

ascended until it carried them to a point half-way to the top of the

mighty dome. Standing there, they could look back on the awful chasms

spread below their feet, the crimsoned walls, sparkling and

scintillating with innumerable gems, with the craggy roof seemingly

almost within their reach.

Looking over the wild, dazzling, unapproachable scene, the American was

considering the practical question of what was next to be done, when

Ariel at his side abruptly seized his arm with an intensity which

startled and caused him to ask,

"What has frightened you, dearest?"

With a gasp, she pointed to the other side of the cavern, where they

had entered this region of enchantment and wonders.

A procession of figures was moving along the ledge, over which they had

just made their way. The intervening objects shut them partly out of

sight, but the heads and shoulders of several were always in view and

they were moving with the utmost haste possible.

The foremost figure was a white man; the next was a dusky giant, and

the third was of fair complexion, while all the others were of the hue

of native Africans.

There could be no mistaking the identity of the leaders: the foremost

was Waggaman, the second, Ziffak, and the third, King Haffgo. Those

who followed were the pick of the Murhapa warriors.

It mattered not whether Ariel was right in her belief that the

existence of the cavern of diamonds was unknown to every one else, or

that some fateful good fortune had directed the party to the entrance.

It was enough that they had found it, and were now pressing forward

along the very ridge on which they had halted, and stood gazing back in

amazement and horror, unable for the moment to divine what could be

done to help themselves.

But Ashman needed but a few seconds to decide his course. He held his

Winchester and revolver and was ready to die in the defence of the idol

of his heart.

"Have courage," he said; "all is not yet lost."

The ledge on which they stood was so narrow that there was no room for

two to walk beside each other. Lifting the gentle form in one arm, he

swung her over the abyss at his feet and placed her on the ledge in

front of him.

The danger was at the rear, and that was the place for him.

"Now advance," he added; "we may find a better spot than this for

defence."

He feared that his pursuers might divide, and some of them start around

the other way, so as to come upon him from the opposite side. If that

were done, he would be caught between two fires; and, since one of the

party possessed a gun, the advantage would be preponderatingly against

him.

There was subject, too, for perplexing thought in the situation. He

had no wish to shoot King Haffgo, and would not do it if any possible

way of avoiding it should present itself. He determined that he should

be spared until the last one, when he could probably be handled,

without resorting to the last extremity.

Then, too, he felt no doubt about the presence of the giant Ziffak. He

was the friend of himself and Ariel, though for politic reasons he had

assumed the guise of an enemy. His situation was a most delicate one,

and, even in his bewilderment and anxiety, Ashman could not help

wondering how he would conduct himself in the crisis at hand.

Inasmuch as the American was resolved to avoid injuring the dusky

Hercules, it will be observed that there were two of the company of

pursuers whom he was much more anxious to spare than he was to inflict

harm upon the rest.

He was hopeful for a moment that he and his companion had not been

detected, but a resounding shout echoed through the cavern of

diamonds--a shout of such amazing power that he knew it had come from

the throat of Ziffak himself, who, as if to make sure his meaning was

not misunderstood, brandished his mighty javelin over his prodigious

head and shoulders, as he almost pushed his leader from the path in

front of him.

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