y vere I shleep. Id is der
bruder's vizzick, bud ve vill trink a trop to-night do gongradulade him,
und you dwo shall trink do der health of dis honesd alt manns."

The bottle of port was fetched, a portion carefully medicated with
quinine, and Morgenstern handed it to the invalid.

"Mein vrient," he said, "das is wein dot maketh glad das heart of man.
I trink do your goot health."

A few minutes later the old trader said softly:

"I go now to say mein brayer und get mein schleep. Goot-night, mein
vrients, und Gott pless you both."

It was about an hour later, when the faint yelping of the jackals was
heard in the distance, that Emson said softly:

"Asleep, young un?"

"No, Joe; I can't get off nohow. I say, am I dreaming, or is all this
true?"

"It is true, lad, quite true; and I suppose that you and I are going to
be rich men."

"Rich man and boy, Joe. I say: are you pleased?"

"More thankful than pleased, Dyke, for now, when we like, we can start
for home."

"Without feeling shamefaced and beaten, eh, Joe? Then I _am_ glad. I
didn't quite know before, but I do know now; and we can make the old
people at home happy, too, Joe."

"As far as money can make them so, little un."

"Hullo!" cried Dyke; "you are a bit happy after all, Joe."

"What makes you say that?"

"You called me `little un' just in your old way, and I can feel that,
with all the worry and disappointment gone now, you'll be able to get
well."

Emson was silent for a few minutes, and then he said softly:

"Yes: I feel as if I can get better now; not that I care for the riches
for riches' sake, Dyke, but because--Are you listening, little un?"

Dyke was fast asleep, and a few minutes later Emson was sleeping too,
and dreaming of faces at home in the old country welcoming him back, not
for the sake of the wealth he brought, but because he was once more a
hale, strong man.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.

THE CHANGE THAT CAME.

"It's to-morrow morning, little un."

Dyke did not stir, but he seemed to hear the words.

"Do you hear, little un? Tumble up and bustle. Let's have a
comfortable meal when he joins us. Do you hear, sir? Are you going to
sleep all day?"

Certainly he was not, for Dyke had sprung up, and was staring across the
place at where, half-turned from him, Emson lay gazing at the golden
east, where the sun was about to rise.

"Little un: are you going to get up?"

Dyke sprang from his bed, darted to his b