"Dey go spolt plenty in de bush, and kill much wild beast. Sometimes de wild beast--ha, ha!--kill dey, and chew up foh tlue.
"But all de same de white folks stay one two year. Dey gadder much glass stone--"
"These," said Duncan, "were evidently diamonds."
"Were they like these?" said Frank, taking the splendid diamond from his pocket and holding it up.
"All same, all same, de king say," cried Carrambo.
"Dey go heah and dere all ober de mountain to seek fo' de glass stone, and many dey find and buly."
"Bury," cried Duncan, showing some little excitement. "Ask him, Carrambo, where the glass was buried. Wait a minute though," he added. "Frank, give him another nutful of goo-goo."
Frank did as he was told. Carrambo put the question, and the king's eyes sparked.
"What does he say, Carrambo?"
"He says de debbil guard the glass stones, and if he tell any white man where they lie, den de debbil take he plenty quick."