of his pistol. The eyes of the Greek flamed with rage at the trick, but
he awaited the division before he should come to any conclusion.

Quintana coolly picked out The Flaming Jewel and pocketed it. Then, to
each man he indicated the heap which was to be his portion.

A snarling wrangle instantly began, Sanchez objecting to rubies and
demanding more emeralds, and Picquet complaining violently concerning
the smallness of the diamonds allotted him.

Sard's trained eyes appraised every allotment. Without weighing, and,
lacking time and paraphernalia for expert examination, he was inclined
to think the division fair enough.

Quintana got to his feet lithely.

"For me," he said, "it is finish. With my frien' Sard I shall now
depart. Messieurs, I embrace and salute you. A bientot in Paris -- if
it be God's will! Done -- au revoir, les amis, et a la bonheur!
Allons! Each for himself and gar' aux flics!"

Sard, seized with a sort of still terror, regarded Quintana with
enormous eyes. Torn between dismay of being left alone in the
wilderness, and a very natural fear of any single companion, he did not
know what to say or do.

En masse, the gang were too distrustful of one another to unite on
robbing any individual. But any individual might easily rob a companion
when alone with him.

"Why -- why can't we all go together," he stammered. "It is safer,
surer----"

"I go with Quintana and you," interrupted Georgiades, smilingly; his
mind on the diamond in the muzzle of Quintana's pistol.

"I do not invite you," said Quintana. "But come if it pleases you."

"I also prefer to come with you others," growled Sanchez. "To roam
alone in this filthy forest does not suit me."

Picquet shrugged his shoulders, turned on his heel in silence. They
watched him moving away all alone, eastward. When he had disappeared
among the trees, Quintana looked inquiringly at the others.

"Eh, bien, non alors!" snarled Georgiades suddenly. "There are too many
in your trupeau, mon capitaine. Bonne chance!"

He turned and started noisily in the direction taken by Picquet.

They watched him out of sight; listened to his careless trample after he
was lost to view. When at length the last distant sound of his retreat
had died away in the stillness, Quintana touched Sard with the point of
his pistol.

"Go first," he said suavely.

"For God's sake, be a little careful of your gun----"

"I am, my dear frien'. It is of _you