Each went by himself, walking slowly with bent shoulders and his eyes fixed on the ground.

Every now and then one would stop, kneel down, and look intently, feeling with his hands and parting the grass.

One would get up and walk on again, another spring to his feet, catch eagerly at his pickaxe and strike it into the ground once and again, then throw it aside, snatch up his spade, and commence digging at the loosened earth.

Now one would sorrowfully shovel the earth into the hole again, trample it down with his little bare white feet, and walk on.

But another would give a joyful shout, and after much tugging and loosening would draw from the hole a lump as big as his head, or no bigger than his fist; when the under side of it would pour such a blaze of golden or bluish light into Diamond's eyes that he was quite dazzled.