Tell me, where have you been ?' 'I want Arcoll,' I moaned.

'Where is Ratitswan ?' There were tears of weakness running down my cheeks.
'Arcoll is here,' said the voice; 'he is holding your hands, Davie.
Quiet, lad, quiet.

Your troubles are all over now.' I made a great effort, found the eyes to which the voice belonged, and spoke to them.
'Listen.

I stole the collar of Prester John at Dupree's Drift.

I was caught in the Berg and taken to the kraal--I forget its name--but I had hid the rubies.' 'Yes,' the voice said, 'you hid the rubies,--and then ?' 'Inkulu wanted them back, so I made a deal with him.