“HE PUT THE ... JEWELS ... IN A LITTLE BOX.”
Wamby smiled at the expression on Harry’s face. “Help yourself, Prince,” said he. “Keep them as a slight token of my gratitude.”
“I don’t want them all,” said Harry. “One of them alone is worth a fortune. I shall just take one of each kind, and thank you, old chap,” and selecting three of the precious stones, he slipped them into his pocket.
“Here is your door-pin,” said Wamby. “I shall be glad to have you come down again at any time. Will you promise to come if I ever need you?”
“Why, certainly,” answered Harry.
“Then listen,” said Wamby; “if you should see a little green twig sticking in the pin-hole in the centre of this rock, it will be a sign that I want you. Now let me see if the coast is clear.”
Inserting his own door-pin in the hole overhead, he repeated:
“Pin, pin,
Trusty and stout,