‘May we return and take away more?’ asked Will.
‘If you can find the place,’ said the black; ‘but Yacka will show you no more.’
‘Then I am afraid we shall not have much chance,’ said Will. ‘It is a pity all this wealth should be wasted.’
‘Others may find it, and take their share,’ said Yacka. ‘It is not good for one man to have too much.’
‘We can carry enough away with us,’ said Edgar, ‘to give us a start in life, anyhow. Perhaps Yacka is right. It is not good for a man to have too much. Will you help us, Yacka?’
‘To carry gold for you?’ said the black.
‘Yes,’ said Edgar.
‘I will carry some, and stones for you, but I will not use any,’ Yacka said.
‘You’re a strange being,’ said Edgar; ‘but the black man lives not as the white man.’
‘No,’ said Yacka; ‘he does not slay his friend for gold.’