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At
the
side
of
the
road
,
a
hundred
yards
off
,
a
fire
was
burning
in
front
of
some
huts
,
and
round
the
fire
were
figures
.
We
staggered
towards
them
,
supporting
one
another
,
and
halting
every
few
paces
.
Presently
one
of
the
figures
rose
,
saw
us
and
fell
on
to
the
ground
,
crying
out
for
fear
.
"
Infadoos
,
Infadoos
!
it
is
we
,
thy
friends
.
"
He
rose
;
he
ran
to
us
,
staring
wildly
,
and
still
shaking
with
fear
.
"
Oh
,
my
lords
,
my
lords
,
it
is
indeed
you
come
back
from
the
dead
!
--
come
back
from
the
dead
!
"
And
the
old
warrior
flung
himself
down
before
us
,
and
clasping
Sir
Henry
's
knees
,
he
wept
aloud
for
joy
.
Ten
days
from
that
eventful
morning
found
us
once
more
in
our
old
quarters
at
Loo
;
and
,
strange
to
say
,
but
little
the
worse
for
our
terrible
experience
,
except
that
my
stubbly
hair
came
out
of
the
treasure
cave
about
three
shades
greyer
than
it
went
in
,
and
that
Good
never
was
quite
the
same
after
Foulata
's
death
,
which
seemed
to
move
him
very
greatly
.
I
am
bound
to
say
,
looking
at
the
thing
from
the
point
of
view
of
an
oldish
man
of
the
world
,
that
I
consider
her
removal
was
a
fortunate
occurrence
,
since
,
otherwise
,
complications
would
have
been
sure
to
ensue
.
The
poor
creature
was
no
ordinary
native
girl
,
but
a
person
of
great
,
I
had
almost
said
stately
,
beauty
,
and
of
considerable
refinement
of
mind
.
But
no
amount
of
beauty
or
refinement
could
have
made
an
entanglement
between
Good
and
herself
a
desirable
occurrence
;
for
,
as
she
herself
put
it
,
"
Can
the
sun
mate
with
the
darkness
,
or
the
white
with
the
black
?
"
I
need
hardly
state
that
we
never
again
penetrated
into
Solomon
's
treasure
chamber
.
After
we
had
recovered
from
our
fatigues
,
a
process
which
took
us
forty-eight
hours
,
we
descended
into
the
great
pit
in
the
hope
of
finding
the
hole
by
which
we
had
crept
out
of
the
mountain
,
but
with
no
success
.
To
begin
with
,
rain
had
fallen
,
and
obliterated
our
spoor
;
and
what
is
more
,
the
sides
of
the
vast
pit
were
full
of
ant-bear
and
other
holes
.
It
was
impossible
to
say
to
which
of
these
we
owed
our
salvation
.
Also
,
on
the
day
before
we
started
back
to
Loo
,
we
made
a
further
examination
of
the
wonders
of
the
stalactite
cave
,
and
,
drawn
by
a
kind
of
restless
feeling
,
even
penetrated
once
more
into
the
Chamber
of
the
Dead
.
Passing
beneath
the
spear
of
the
White
Death
we
gazed
,
with
sensations
which
it
would
be
quite
impossible
for
me
to
describe
,
at
the
mass
of
rock
that
had
shut
us
off
from
escape
,
thinking
the
while
of
priceless
treasures
beyond
,
of
the
mysterious
old
hag
whose
flattened
fragments
lay
crushed
beneath
it
,
and
of
the
fair
girl
of
whose
tomb
it
was
the
portal
.
I
say
gazed
at
the
"
rock
,
"
for
,
examine
as
we
could
,
we
could
find
no
traces
of
the
join
of
the
sliding
door
;
nor
,
indeed
,
could
we
hit
upon
the
secret
,
now
utterly
lost
,
that
worked
it
,
though
we
tried
for
an
hour
or
more
.
It
is
certainly
a
marvellous
bit
of
mechanism
,
characteristic
,
in
its
massive
and
yet
inscrutable
simplicity
,
of
the
age
which
produced
it
;
and
I
doubt
if
the
world
has
such
another
to
show
.
At
last
we
gave
it
up
in
disgust
;
though
,
if
the
mass
had
suddenly
risen
before
our
eyes
,
I
doubt
if
we
should
have
screwed
up
courage
to
step
over
Gagool
's
mangled
remains
,
and
once
more
enter
the
treasure
chamber
,
even
in
the
sure
and
certain
hope
of
unlimited
diamonds
.
And
yet
I
could
have
cried
at
the
idea
of
leaving
all
that
treasure
,
the
biggest
treasure
probably
that
in
the
world
's
history
has
ever
been
accumulated
in
one
spot
.
But
there
was
no
help
for
it
.
Only
dynamite
could
force
its
way
through
five
feet
of
solid
rock
.
