There was a short silence. "Mr. Fraser said I might have all the gold I found," Hugh said, in a doubtful tone.
"I expect he guessed that you wouldn"t find any," Jerry responded.
"But a diamond like that is a different thing. If it really is a diamond it is probably pretty valuable--perhaps it is worth a hundred pounds. You can"t walk off with a hundred pounds without telling."
"Well, we"ll show it to him. Of course we"ll tell him we have found a diamond bed," Hugh answered.
"It"s my diamond," Grizzel declared. "I found it and I rubbed it and it slept under my pillow, and I hid it and I love it and it"s mine.
I don"t care what anybody says."
"Mr. Fraser will most likely give you lots of money for it," Mollie suggested soothingly, "and then you can go and buy something nicer than a diamond."
"I don"t want lots of money. I want my own dear little stone that I rubbed myself," Grizzel repeated, tears starting to her eyes. "Why should Mr. Fraser take my stone and chop it all up with horrible sharp grinding knives? It"s mine. I found it."
"You"ll have to show it to him first," Hugh said decisively, "whether you found it or not. If you keep it you will be a thief, and perhaps you will be sent to prison."
"Then I"d rather let it go back to its home in the river bed,"
Grizzel cried pa.s.sionately. As she spoke she s.n.a.t.c.hed the crystal from Hugh"s hand; there was a flash of green light--a splash--and it was gone.
She turned and ran, sobbing and crying. Prudence followed, bent upon comforting her. Mollie looked scared, Jerry laughed, Hugh shrugged his shoulders:
"Just like a girl!" he said. "It doesn"t matter; we"ll find more.
But that was a good diamond; I"d have liked to show it to Mr.
Fraser. We"d better collect our things and go home."
Three of them turned away, but d.i.c.k lingered behind. His quick eyes, trained to watching the flight of b.a.l.l.s of all sizes from footb.a.l.l.s to golf-b.a.l.l.s, had taken accurate note of the spot where that little splash had been. There were still circles widening round it. The creek looked shallow just there.
"If I scooped up the sand carefully _now_, as likely as not I"d retrieve that stone," he said to himself. "Grizzel is a decent little kid; she"ll be sorry by and by, and, besides, the old chap ought to have his diamond if it really is a diamond. Diamonds aren"t so jolly easy to come by as Hugh seems to think. That white stone is almost in the middle of the circle--I"ll make for that."
"Don"t wait for me," he shouted after the others, "I"m coming in a jiff." He waited till he saw them turn their somewhat dejected and preoccupied backs upon the scene of the late disaster, and then transferred his attention to the creek. At the point where he stood the water was comparatively deep; it had evidently formed a channel for itself, helped, probably, by a slender waterfall which dropped over a large boulder on the higher ground some distance beyond the fallen tree.
"I can crawl over that and drop off at the shallow part," he thought, "I"ll have to look sharp or the circles will be gone."
He rolled up his already short flannels and started. The tree was by no means steady--it rolled and shook under his weight; but, as the worst that could happen would be a good soaking, he did not worry overmuch, and soon slid off into the shallow stream. As he had predicted, the water there barely reached to his knees. He scrutinized the ever-widening circle, now faint and irregular, and, calculating the distance from its edge to its centre, he fixed his eyes intently upon the white stone and cautiously waded towards it, his movements in the water breaking up the last traces of the circle. When he reached the white stone he halted.
"It was here, almost to a T, or my name is not Richard Gordon," he muttered, and, stooping carefully, he scooped up a double handful of shingly sand from the river bottom. He stood up, letting the water run away through his tightly closed fingers. As he bent his head to examine the pebbles left in his hand, a sunbeam darted over his shoulder--there was a flash of pale green.
"Got it, by jinks!" he chuckled exultantly. "First go-off! Good for you, Richard, my boy--your eye is pretty well in and no mistake.
Come out of that, my young diamond, and let"s have a look at you-- you"d do A1 for heliographing with."
d.i.c.k soon scrambled to sh.o.r.e, and stood for a moment looking after the others, now far ahead. "I"ll put him back in the hollow trunk where Grizzel hid him," he decided, with a twinkle in his eyes. "It might be rather a lark--"
A sharp sprint brought him up with the other two boys, who were awaiting his arrival seated on the top of a slip-rail, Mollie having gone in search of Prudence and Grizzel.
"What on earth have you been doing?" Hugh demanded. "Have you been swimming?"
"I was only having a look round," d.i.c.k answered, with a wink at Jerry; "I thought I"d do a little prospecting on my own."
"Why didn"t you tell me, you beast?" Jerry asked, linking his arm into d.i.c.k"s affectionately.
d.i.c.k answered by a friendly punch on the head. "Who is Mr. Fraser?"
he asked Hugh, settling himself in his place on the rail.
"He is a man we know," Hugh replied rather vaguely. "He owns all this part and is as rich as a nabob, but he isn"t married, so he lives up here all alone, with two or three Chinese servants in the house. He once lived in China. He"s awfully fond of gardening, and pictures, and that sort of thing, like my mater. He"s a merchant and he owns ships. He"s a great friend of the pater"s, and he comes in about once a week to hear the mater sing, and they yarn away about home and spout poetry. But he is quite a jolly sort of chap when you get him alone. His house is called Drink Between, which wouldn"t be a bad name for a book if you wanted to write one."
"Jolly good name for a pub, if you wanted to keep one," Jerry remarked. "I shouldn"t wonder if he got it from some old coaching inn of the olden times--though, of course, we are in the olden times already, if it comes to that--fairly old, at any rate."
"No, he got it from a place at home where Prince Charlie once had a drink. When the girls are here he gets in a couple of women to look after them. Other times he only has his heathen Chinee lot, and jolly good they are! That is, of course, if you like stewed puppy and bird"s nest," Hugh added solemnly; "I love "em myself."
"Adore "em," Jerry said, smacking his lips. "Never lose a chance of having puppy-tail hash when we can get it, do we, old son?"
"Rather not," d.i.c.k replied. "Remember those bird"s-nest tarts our old woman at the tuck-shop used to make before b.u.t.ter got so scarce?
Scrumptious!"
The appearance of the girls interrupted these flights of masculine fancy. Grizzel still looked subdued, but the tears were dried, and she was listening politely to Mollie"s tuneful advice to "Pack your troubles in your own kit-bag, and smile, smile, smile". Hugh shouted to them to hurry up or they would be late for tea, and soon the little party was under way again, as cheerful as if diamonds had never been heard of. They were now in sight of Drink Between; a square, solidly built house, with a wide veranda and balcony on three sides of it, completely hidden at present under a pale-purple drapery of wistaria.
"It looks like an amethyst," Mollie said admiringly, as they drew near. "I never saw such a purple house as that before."
The inside of Drink Between was entirely different from any of the other Australian houses which Mollie had been in. They entered by a side door which opened straight on to a narrow stairway. The girls climbed up to their bedroom, a large airy apartment opening on to the balcony.
"Where are your father and mother and Baby?" Mollie asked, as they washed away the remains of oranges and gold-digging.
"Papa and Mamma have to go and meet an immigrant ship to-morrow, so they aren"t coming up till afterwards. And Baby and Bridget are with them."
"What"s an immigrant ship?" asked Mollie.
"A ship full of immigrants," Prudence replied, brushing out her curls with conscientious care. "Immigrants are people who get their pa.s.sage out for nothing, or for very little, and then they go to work here. Mamma is getting a new cook because ours is going to be married. And Papa likes to meet the Scotch immigrants and say welcome to Australia to them. Bridget was an immigrant, but she says she will soon be Australian."
"I see," said Mollie thoughtfully. "Are they ever married? I mean-- do children come with their parents?"
"Yes, lots of them. Are you ready, Mollie? The boys are getting impatient. I can hear them growling."
Feeling very fresh and clean in white muslin frocks with pale-blue sashes, the girls descended by a different and much wider staircase than the one they had gone up by. They stepped off the stairs straight into a large hall, or living-room, which apparently occupied half the floor of the house, for on two sides it opened on to the veranda, and on the third side into a large bamboo house; the fourth wall was unbroken but for one door. The room was painted white, and the floor covered with fine white Chinese matting, over which lay a few Eastern rugs, their once rich and glowing colours now dimmed by time and the tread of generations of feet. Through the wide-open French windows could be seen the long, graceful streamers of wistaria, hanging from the arched boughs round the veranda like a lace veil. Against this background grew ma.s.ses of pale-pink and blue hydrangeas, with their flat fragile flowers and broad leaves. The bamboo house was given wholly to ferns, over which a fountain was playing, and under the fine spray the green fronds glistened as freshly as though they grew in the heart of an English wood.
The sun was now setting, and its crimson glow shone through the mauve wistaria, filling the room with an opal-coloured light which made Mollie think of fairyland. It fell with a peculiarly pleasant effect upon a round tea-table spread for tea. She had never seen such fine and snowy damask, such shining silver, or such delicately transparent china cups and saucers. Even Grannie"s well-kept table paled before the exquisite freshness of this one. As for the food part--there was a crystal bowl of yellow clotted cream, a plate of gossamer b.a.l.l.s which were probably intended to pa.s.s for scones, a twist of gold which was most likely meant for bread, and dishes of preserves unknown to the English children--tiny green oranges in syrup, scarlet rose-berries, and jellies like amber and topaz, looking as though some of Hugh"s precious stones had been cooked for his tea.
They were about half-way through this beautiful meal when there was a sound of footsteps on the matting, and a Chinese servant appeared, bearing a large iced birthday cake set on a silver tray.
"Hullo, Ah Kew! What you gottee there?" called Hugh, under the impression that he was speaking pidgin-English to perfection.
"Master talkee to-day b"long he burfday," Ah Kew replied. "He talkee my, wanchee cook makee one piecee burfday-cake." He set the cake down in front of Prudence as he spoke.
"Welly good, Ah Kew, Master b"long quitey righty," said Hugh approvingly. "Cook makee jolly-good cakee, me eat jolly-good cakee.
Cook pleased, me pleased, cakee pleased, all jolly-welly pleased."
Ah Kew smiled a slow and mysterious smile, his black eyes closing up under his slanting eyebrows, and his blue-capped head nodding. He glanced over the tea-table.
"Tea b"long all plopper?" he asked anxiously. "S"pose you wanchee more can have plenty more."
"No, thank you, Ah Kew, me eatee more me bustee," Hugh replied politely. Ah Kew nodded his head again and departed, his pigtail flapping against the long skirts of his blue cotton coat.