"I have not come here to kick up a row, but I mean to handle that pearl; if you do not give it me I'll drive you out of the settlement; I can easily do it, most of them would rather have your room than your company."
"Much good it would do you," replied Kylis, "because the pearl would go with us."
"Will you hand it over?"
"For twenty pounds each, and twenty more when you sell it."
"I'll not give it. Hand it over," said Amos, savagely, drawing his revolver.
"If you shoot you will never find it," said Kylis.
Amos levelled the weapon at him, and Miah slunk back to the other side of the tent.
Kylis did not quail, he was certain Amos would not shoot.
"If you don't put the revolver down I'll smash the pearl," said the black.
Amos lowered it and said, with an evil scowl—