I saw my hands on the treasure, and Henriques' ugly neck below my heel.
'I don't know your name,' I said to the Kaffir, 'but you are a good fellow.

When I get out of this business I won't forget you.' 'There is another message, Baas,' he said.

'It is written on paper in a strange tongue.

Turn your head to the bush, and see, I will hold it inside the bowl, that you may read it.' I did as I was told, and found myself looking at a dirty half-sheet of notepaper, marked by the Kaffir's thumbs.

Some words were written on it in Wardlaw's hand; and, characteristically, in Latin, which was not a bad cipher.