virst game into dese barts, und I zay dot man is a shentleman; I loaf
him, unt den bube, his bruder. Now I gom here und vind you ill, my
heart ist zore. I remember, doo, you zay I vas honest man, ant I dank
den Lord I am, und dot I feel dot I am, und can say do you, mein young
vrient, zom beobles who know what I know now would sheat und rob you,
but I vould not. I vont zom days to die, und go ver der Lord vill say,
`Vell done, goot und vaithful zervant.' Yoseph Emzon, I am honest man,
und I zay do you, all your droubles are over. You haf been zick, but
you vill zoon be quide vell und shdrong, vor you vill not haf das sore
heart, und de droubles which make do hair drop out of your het."

"Thank you, Morgenstern. I hope I shall soon be well enough to go,"
said Emson, sadly.

"Bood you vill not go, mein vrient," cried the old man. "You vill not
leave here--mein cracious, no! You vill shdop und get all die ostridge
you gan, und shend dem out effery day to big oop zom shdones, und den
you vill dig oop der earth vor die pirts to vind more shdones, und when
dey haf shvallowed all dey gan, you und der bube here vill kill dem, und
empty die gizzards into die powls of water to vash dem."

"No, no, no: what nonsense!" cried Emson, while Dyke suddenly dashed to
the table, seized one bowl, looked at its contents, and banged them down
again.

"Hurray!" he yelled. "Oh! Herr Morgenstern, is it real?" For like a
light shot from one of the crystals, he saw the truth.

"Nonsense, Yoseph Emzon?" cried the old man. "Id is drue wisdom, as
goot as der great Zolomon's. Yoseph Emzon, I gongradulade you. You haf
had a hart shdruggle, but it is ofer now. Die ostridge pirts haf made
you a ferry rich man, und I know dot it is right, for you vill always do
goot."

"But--but--do I understand? Are those--those--"

"Yes, Joe," roared Dyke, springing at his brother. "There is no more
room for despair now, old chap, for you are rich; and to think we never
thought of it being so when you were so unhappy, and--and--Oh, I can't
speak now. I don't care for them--only for the good they'll do to you,
for they're diamonds, Joe, and there's plenty more diamonds, and all
your own."

"Yes, und pig vons, too," said the old trader, with a look of triumph;
"und now I must haf somedings to trink. I haf dalk so much, I veel as I
shall shoke. Here, bube, you go und shoomp indo dem vagon, und bring
one of die plack poddles out of mein box p