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Suddenly
the
fit
passed
off
,
and
we
stopped
laughing
.
"
Open
the
other
chests
,
white
men
,
"
croaked
Gagool
,
"
there
are
surely
more
therein
.
Take
your
fill
,
white
lords
!
Ha
!
ha
!
take
your
fill
.
"
Thus
adjured
,
we
set
to
work
to
pull
up
the
stone
lids
on
the
other
two
,
first
--
not
without
a
feeling
of
sacrilege
--
breaking
the
seals
that
fastened
them
.
Hoorah
!
they
were
full
too
,
full
to
the
brim
;
at
least
,
the
second
one
was
;
no
wretched
burglarious
Da
Silvestra
had
been
filling
goat-skins
out
of
that
.
As
for
the
third
chest
,
it
was
only
about
a
fourth
full
,
but
the
stones
were
all
picked
ones
;
none
less
than
twenty
carats
,
and
some
of
them
as
large
as
pigeon-eggs
.
A
good
many
of
these
bigger
ones
,
however
,
we
could
see
by
holding
them
up
to
the
light
,
were
a
little
yellow
,
"
off
coloured
,
"
as
they
call
it
at
Kimberley
.
What
we
did
not
see
,
however
,
was
the
look
of
fearful
malevolence
that
old
Gagool
favoured
us
with
as
she
crept
,
crept
like
a
snake
,
out
of
the
treasure
chamber
and
down
the
passage
towards
the
door
of
solid
rock
.
*
*
*
Hark
!
Cry
upon
cry
comes
ringing
up
the
vaulted
path
.
It
is
Foulata
's
voice
!
"
Oh
,
Bougwan
!
help
!
help
!
the
stone
falls
!
"
"
Leave
go
,
girl
!
Then
--
"
