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have expected. He had heard in Kim
berley, by the merest chance, that
Vanderhuizen intended to go down
country. He himself had never dared
to purchase diamonds from the na
tives, but he knew Vanderhuizen's
reputation as a successful and dar
ing thief and it had occurred to him
that there was a splendid opportuni
ty of compelling the man to share
bis plunder with him.
The advent upon the scene of In
spector Thompson had been a little
disconcerting, but the same chance
which had told him of Vanderhuizen's
maneuver had given him information
that the police were on the man's
trail. He had then telegraphed to
Klipfontein for the two horses and
everything had gone like clockwork.
It was no wonder that he chuckled.
Looking back he could see the horse
still lying upon the sand, and Vander
huizen, a tiny figure uncer the moon,
marching painfully back. His own
plans could not fail him. He would
strike the water hole, refresh him
self and his steed, and then proceed
in a leisurely manner toward the
At last he reached the place. He
shackled his horse to a thorn tree and
climbed the ascent toward the hol
low crater in which lay the pond. But
when he reached the summit he
found himself staring down into a
dry mud hole.
The water had dried up under the
influence of the hot sun and an un
usually long dry season.
For a few minutes he could not be
lieve his eyes. Then he lost his self
control. He would have to go back
to Vanderhuizen. And his bottles
were empty. He was parched with
thirst and his animal was incapable
of proceeding further.
For hours he raved beside the wa
ter hole, clenching his fists and call
ing down curses upon his luck. He
spread the diamonds in a little heap
before him and looked at the dull
pebbles, each one worth a little lake
of wine. And for all these he could
not get so much water as would wet
"I'll go back then back to Van
derhuizen," he muttered, and flung
himself upon the rocks. "When I am
But nature, outraged, revenged
herself upon him by drawing down
his eyelids and he slept profoundly.
"Get up, James!"
He started to his feet The sun
was high in the sky. Before him stood
Vanderhuizen and Inspector Thomp
son. "I want you, James," said the in
spector, fingering the bag of dia
monds which he had taken from be
side the sleeping man. "I thought
Vanderhuizen was the man 1 was af
ter, but well, you understand. Your
horse is dead, but you won't mind a
little walk of 25 miles or so? Yeu
see, we have plenty of water."
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"There's one good thing, Caleb,
about you havm' only one pair o'
"And what's that, Marthy?"
"You can't be teariri.' the other pair
while I'm a-mendin' of these,"
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