She　gazed；　first　at　the　moon　and　the　silver　road　beneath　it；　then；
  turning；　at　the　land　beyond。
  〃We　are　very　near　to　Africa；　at　last；〃　she　said。
  〃Too　near；　I　think；〃　he　answered。　〃If　I　were　the　captain　I　should
  stand　out　a　point　or　two。　It　is　a　strange　country；　full　of　surprises。
  Miss　Clifford；　will　you　think　me　rude　if　I　ask　you　why　you　are　going
  there？　You　have　never　told　mequite。〃
  〃No；　because　the　story　is　rather　a　sad　one；　but　you　shall　hear　it　if
  you　wish。　Do　you？〃
  He　nodded；　and　drew　up　two　deck　chairs；　in　which　they　settled
  themselves　in　a　corner　made　by　one　of　the　inboard　boats；　their　faces
  still　towards　the　sea。
  〃You　know　I　was　born　in　Africa；〃　she　said；　〃and　lived　there　till　I　was
  thirteen　years　oldwhy；　I　find　I　can　still　speak　Zulu；　I　did　so　this
  afternoon。　My　father　was　one　of　the　early　settlers　in　Natal。　His
  father　was　a　clergyman；　a　younger　son　of　the　Lincolnshire　Cliffords。
  They　are　great　people　there　still；　though　I　don't　suppose　that　they
  are　aware　of　my　existence。〃
  〃I　know　them；〃　answered　Robert　Seymour。　〃Indeed；　I　was　shooting　at
  their　place　last　Novemberwhen　the　smash　came；〃　and　he　sighed；　〃but
  go　on。〃
  〃Well；　my　father　quarrelled　with　his　father；　I　don't　know　what　about；
  and　emigrated。　In　Natal　he　married　my　mother；　a　Miss　Ferreira；　whose
  namelike　mine　and　her　mother'swas　Benita。　She　was　one　of　two
  sisters；　and　her　father；　Andreas　Ferreira；　who　married　an　English
  lady；　was　half　Dutch　and　half　Portuguese。　I　remember　him　well；　a　fine
  old　man　with　dark　eyes　and　an　iron…grey　beard。　He　was　wealthy　as
  things　went　in　those　daysthat　is　to　say；　he　had　lots　of　land　in
  Natal　and　the　Transvaal；　and　great　herds　of　stock。　So　you　see　I　am
  half　English；　some　Dutch；　and　more　than　a　quarter　Portuguesequite　a
  mixture　of　races。　My　father　and　mother　did　not　get　on　well　together。
  Mr。　Seymour；　I　may　as　well　tell　you　all　the　truth：　he　drank；　and
  although　he　was　passionately　fond　of　her；　she　was　jealous　of　him。　Also
  he　gambled　away　most　of　her　patrimony；　and　after　old　Andreas
  Ferreira's　death　they　grew　poor。　One　night　there　was　a　dreadful　scene
  between　them；　and　in　his　madness　he　struck　her。
  〃Well；　she　was　a　very　proud　woman；　determined；　too；　and　she　turned　on
  him　and　saidfor　I　heard　her'I　will　never　forgive　you；　we　have　done
  with　each　other。'　Next　morning；　when　my　father　was　sober；　he　begged
  her　pardon；　but　she　made　no　answer；　although　he　was　starting　somewhere
  on　a　fortnight's　trek。　When　he　had　gone　my　mother　ordered　the　Cape
  cart；　packed　up　her　clothes；　took　some　money　that　she　had　put　away；
  drove　to　Durban；　and　after　making　arrangements　at　the　bank　about　a
  small　private　income　of　her　own；　sailed　with　me　for　England；　leaving　a
  letter　for　my　father　in　which　she　said　that　she　would　never　see　him
  again；　and　if　he　tried　to　interfere　with　me　she　would　put　me　under　the
  protection　of　the　English　court；　which　would　not　allow　me　to　be　taken
  to　the　home　of　a　drunkard。
  〃In　England　we　went　to　live　in　London　with　my　aunt；　who　had　married　a
  Major　King；　but　was　a　widow　with　five　children。　My　father　often　wrote
  to　persuade　my　mother　to　go　back　to　him；　but　she　never　would；　which　I
  think　was　wrong　of　her。　So　things　went　on　for　twelve　years　or　more；
  till　one　day　my　mother　suddenly　died；　and　I　came　into　her　little
  fortune　of　between　￡200　and　￡300　a　year；　which　she　had　tied　up　so　that
  nobody　can　touch　it。　That　was　about　a　year　ago。　I　wrote　to　tell　my
  father　of　her　death；　and　received　a　pitiful　letter；　indeed；　I　have　had
  several　of　them。　He　implored　me　to　come　out　to　him　and　not　to　leave
  him　to　die　in　his　loneliness；　as　he　soon　would　do　of　a　broken　heart；
  if　I　did　not。　He　said　that　he　had　long　ago　given　up　drinking；　which
  was　the　cause　of　the　ruin　of　his　life；　and　sent　a　certificate　signed
  by　a　magistrate　and　a　doctor　to　that　effect。　Well；　in　the　end；
  although　all　my　cousins　and　their　mother　advised　me　against　it；　I
  consented；　and　here　I　am。　He　is　to　meet　me　at　Durban；　but　how　we　shall
  get　on　together　is　more　than　I　can　say；　though　I　long　to　see　him；　for
  after　all　he　is　my　father。〃
  〃It　was　good　of　you　to　come；　under　all　the　circumstances。　You　must
  have　a　brave　heart；〃　said　Robert　reflectively。
  〃It　is　my　duty；〃　she　answered。　〃And　for　the　rest；　I　am　not　afraid　who
  was　born　to　Africa。　Indeed；　often　and　often　have　I　wished　to　be　back
  there　again；　out　on　the　veld；　far　away　from　the　London　streets　and
  fog。　I　am　young　and　strong；　and　I　want　to　see　things；　natural　things
  not　those　made　by　man；　you　knowthe　things　I　remember　as　a　child。　One
  can　always　go　back　to　London。〃
  〃Yes；　or　at　least　some　people　can。　It　is　a　curious　thing；　Miss
  Clifford；　but　as　it　happens　I　have　met　your　father。　You　always
  reminded　me　of　the　man；　but　I　had　forgotten　his　name。　Now　it　comes
  back　to　me；　it　/was/　Clifford。〃
  〃Where　on　earth？〃　she　asked；　astonished。
  〃In　a　queer　place。　As　I　told　you；　I　have　visited　South　Africa　before；
  under　different　circumstances。　Four　years　ago　I　was　out　here　big…game
  shooting。　Going　in　from　the　East　coast　my　brother　and　Ihe　is　dead
  now；　poor　fellowgot　up　somewhere　in　the　Matabele　country；　on　the
  banks　of　the　Zambesi。　As　we　didn't　find　much　game　there　we　were　going
  to　strike　south；　when　some　natives　told　us　of　a　wonderful　ruin　that
  stood　on　a　hill　overhanging　the　river　a　few　miles　farther　on。　So；
  leaving　the　waggon　on　the　hither　side　of　the　steep　nek；　over　which　it
  would　have　been　difficult　to　drag　it；　my　brother　and　I　took　our　rifles
  and　a　bag　of　food　and　started。　The　place　was　farther　off　than　we
  thought；　although　from　the　top　of　the　nek　we　could　see　it　clearly
  enough；　and　before　we　reached　it　dark　had　fallen。
  〃Now　we　had　observed　a　waggon　and　a　tent　outside　the　wall　which　we
  thought　must　belong　to　white　men；　and　headed　for　them。　There　was　a
  light　in　the　tent；　and　the　flap　was　open；　the　night　being　very　hot。
  Inside　two　men　were　seated；　one　old；　with　a　grey　beard；　and　the　other；
  a　good…looking　fellowunder　forty；　I　should　saywith　a　Jewish　face；
  dark；　piercing　eyes；　and　a　black；　pointed　beard。　They　were　engaged　in
  examining　a　heap　of　gold　beads　and　bangles；　which　lay　on　the　table
  between　them。　As　I　was　about　to　speak；　the　black…bearded　man　heard　or
  caught　sight　of　us；　and　seizing　a　rifle　that　leaned　against　the　table；
  swung　round　and　covered　me。
  〃'For　God's　sake　don't　shoot；　Jacob；'　said　the　old　man；　'they　are
  English。'
  〃'Best　dead；　any　way；'　answered　the　other；　in　a　soft　voice；　with　a
  slight　foreign　accent；　'we　don't　want　spies　or　thieves　here。'
  〃'We　are　neither；　but　I　can　shoot　as　well　as　you；　friend；'　I　remarked；
  for　by　this　time　my　rifle　was　on　him。
  〃Then　he　thought　better　of　it；　and　dropped　his　gun；　and　we　explained
  that　we　were　merely　on　an　arch？ological　expedition。　The　end　of　it　was
  that　we　became　capital　friends；　though　neither　of　us　could　cotton　much
  to　Mr。　JacobI　forget　his　other　name。　He　struck　me　as　too　handy　with
  his　rifle；　and　was；　I　gathered；　an　individual　with　a　mysterious　and
  rather　lurid　past。　To　cut　a　long　story　short；　when　he　found　out　that
  we　had　no　intention　of　poaching；　your　father；　for　it　was　he；　told　us
  frankly　that　they　were　treasure…hunting；　having　got　hold　of　some　story
  about　a　vast　store　of　gold　which　had　been　hidden　away　there　by
  Portuguese　two　or　three　centuries　before。　Their　trouble　was；　however；
  that　the　Makalanga；　who　lived　in　the　fortress；　which　was　called
  Bambatse；　would　not　allow　them　to　dig；　because　they　said　the　place　was
  haunted；　and　if　they　did　so　it　would　bring　bad　luck　to　their　tribe。〃
  〃And　did　they　ever　get　in？〃　asked　Benita。
  〃I　am　sure　I　don't　know；　for　we　went　next　day；　though　before　we　left
  we　called　on　the　Makalanga；　who　admitted　us　all　readily　enough　so　long
  as　we　brought　no　spades　with　us。　By　the　way；　the　gold　we　saw　your
  father　and　his　friend　examining　was　found　in　some　ancient　graves
  outside　the　walls；　but　had　nothing　to　do　with　the　big　and　mythical
  treasure。〃
  〃What　was　the　place　like？　I　love　old　ruins；〃　broke　in　Benita　again。
  〃Oh！　wonderful。　A　gigantic；　circular　wall　built　by　heaven　knows　who；
  then　half…way　up　the　hill　another　wall；　and　near　the　top　a　third　wall
  which；　I　understood；　surrounded　a　sort　of　holy　of　holies；　and　above
  everything；　on　the　brink　of　the　precipice；　a　great　cone　of　granite。〃
  〃Artificial　or　natural？〃
  〃I　don't　know。　They　would　not　let　us　up　there；　but　we　were　introduced
  to　their　chief　and　high　priest；　Church　and　State　in　one；　and　a
  wonderful　old　man　he　was；　very　wise　and　very　gentle。　I　remember　he
  told　me　he　believed　we　should　meet　again；　which　seemed　an　odd　thing
  for　him　to　say。　I　asked　him　about　the　treasure　and　why　he　would　not
  let　the　other　white　men　look　for　it。　He　answered　that　it　would　never
  be　found　by　any　man；　white　or　black；　that　only　a　woman　would　find　it
  at　the　appointed　time；　when　it　pleased　the　Spirit　of　Bambatse；　under
  whose　guardianship　it　was。〃
  〃Who　was　the　S