Morton and Jack are engaged in conversation.
"I often think about those five hundred sovereigns, Jack, which the Boers sneaked from your father. You never saw them again, I suppose?"
Jack laughed as he replied, "Well, perhaps I never did rest my optics upon the identical coins; but Colonel Malcolmson saw that my father had their value in horses, before he took Maestral's commando to Springbokfontein. My father certainly lost nothing by the bargain. It was rather fortunate in one sense that the Boers robbed him."
"What do you mean?" inquired the diamond merchant.
"Why, you would never have seen the Diamond Valley and Airdtullish. Our paternal home would never have been mine. I deeply grieve, however, for my father."
The pair relapsed into silence, and stood for a few moments gazing at the purple-clad mountains in the west. Here we must leave them, and say "Au revoir!" to the quartette, and to our boy readers who have followed the fortunes of the inmates of the Kopje Farm.
THE END
WILLIAM COLLINS, SONS, AND CO. LTD., LONDON AND GLASGOW