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So
I
just
put
my
fist
into
the
first
chest
and
filled
all
the
available
pockets
of
my
old
shooting-coat
and
trousers
,
topping
up
--
this
was
a
happy
thought
--
with
a
few
handfuls
of
big
ones
from
the
third
chest
.
Also
,
by
an
afterthought
,
I
stuffed
Foulata
's
basket
,
which
,
except
for
one
water-gourd
and
a
little
biltong
,
was
empty
now
,
with
great
quantities
of
the
stones
.
"
I
say
,
you
fellows
,
"
I
sang
out
,
"
wo
n't
you
take
some
diamonds
with
you
?
I
've
filled
my
pockets
and
the
basket
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
on
,
Quatermain
!
and
hang
the
diamonds
!
"
said
Sir
Henry
.
"
I
hope
that
I
may
never
see
another
.
"
As
for
Good
,
he
made
no
answer
.
He
was
,
I
think
,
taking
his
last
farewell
of
all
that
was
left
of
the
poor
girl
who
had
loved
him
so
well
.
And
curious
as
it
may
seem
to
you
,
my
reader
,
sitting
at
home
at
ease
and
reflecting
on
the
vast
,
indeed
the
immeasurable
,
wealth
which
we
were
thus
abandoning
,
I
can
assure
you
that
if
you
had
passed
some
twenty-eight
hours
with
next
to
nothing
to
eat
and
drink
in
that
place
,
you
would
not
have
cared
to
cumber
yourself
with
diamonds
whilst
plunging
down
into
the
unknown
bowels
of
the
earth
,
in
the
wild
hope
of
escape
from
an
agonising
death
.
If
from
the
habits
of
a
lifetime
,
it
had
not
become
a
sort
of
second
nature
with
me
never
to
leave
anything
worth
having
behind
if
there
was
the
slightest
chance
of
my
being
able
to
carry
it
away
,
I
am
sure
that
I
should
not
have
bothered
to
fill
my
pockets
and
that
basket
.
"
Come
on
,
Quatermain
,
"
repeated
Sir
Henry
,
who
was
already
standing
on
the
first
step
of
the
stone
stair
.
"
Steady
,
I
will
go
first
.
"
"
Mind
where
you
put
your
feet
,
there
may
be
some
awful
hole
underneath
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Much
more
likely
to
be
another
room
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
,
while
he
descended
slowly
,
counting
the
steps
as
he
went
.
When
he
got
to
"
fifteen
"
he
stopped
.
"
Here
's
the
bottom
,
"
he
said
.
"
Thank
goodness
!
I
think
it
's
a
passage
.
Follow
me
down
.
"
Good
went
next
,
and
I
came
last
,
carrying
the
basket
,
and
on
reaching
the
bottom
lit
one
of
the
two
remaining
matches
.
By
its
light
we
could
just
see
that
we
were
standing
in
a
narrow
tunnel
,
which
ran
right
and
left
at
right
angles
to
the
staircase
we
had
descended
.
Before
we
could
make
out
any
more
,
the
match
burnt
my
fingers
and
went
out
.
Then
arose
the
delicate
question
of
which
way
to
go
.
Of
course
,
it
was
impossible
to
know
what
the
tunnel
was
,
or
where
it
led
to
,
and
yet
to
turn
one
way
might
lead
us
to
safety
,
and
the
other
to
destruction
.
We
were
utterly
perplexed
,
till
suddenly
it
struck
Good
that
when
I
had
lit
the
match
the
draught
of
the
passage
blew
the
flame
to
the
left
.
"
Let
us
go
against
the
draught
,
"
he
said
;
"
air
draws
inwards
,
not
outwards
.
"
