Now Meyer’s shooting having come to an end for lack of men to shoot at, since the enemy exposed themselves no more, he was again able to give his full attention to the matter of the treasure hunt.

As nothing could be found in the cave he devoted himself to the outside enclosure which, it may be remembered, was grown over with grass and trees and crowded with ruins.  In the most important of these ruins they began to dig somewhat aimlessly, and were rewarded by finding a certain amount of gold in the shape of beads and ornaments, and a few more skeletons of ancients.  But of the Portuguese hoard there was no sign.  Thus it came about that they grew gloomier day by day, till at last they scarcely spoke to each other.  Jacob’s angry disappointment was written on his face, and Benita was filled with despair, since to escape from their gaoler above and the Matabele below seemed impossible.  Moreover, she had another cause for anxiety.

The ill-health which had been threatening her father for a long while now fell upon him in earnest, so that of a sudden he became a very old man.  His strength and energy left him, and his mind was so filled with remorse for what he held to be his crime in bringing his daughter to this awful place, and with terror for the fate that threatened her, that he could think of nothing else.  In vain did she try to comfort him.  He would only wring his hands and groan, praying that God and she would forgive him.  Now, too, Meyer’s mastery over him became continually more evident.  Mr. Clifford implored the man, almost with tears, to unblock the wall and allow them to go down to the Makalanga.  He even tried to bribe him with the offer of all his share of the treasure, if it were found, and when that failed, of his property in the Transvaal.

But Jacob only told him roughly not to be a fool, as they had to see the thing through together.  Then he would go again and brood by himself, and Benita noticed that he always took his rifle or a pistol with him.  Evidently he feared lest her father should catch him unprepared, and take the law into his own hands by means of a sudden bullet.

One comfort she had, however:  although he watched her closely, the Jew never tried to molest her in any way, not even with more of his enigmatic and amorous speeches.  By degrees, indeed, she came to believe that all this was gone from his mind, or that he had abandoned his advances as hopeless.

A week passed since the Matabele attack, and nothing had happened.  The Makalanga took no notice of them, and so far as she was aware the old Molimo never attempted to climb the blocked wall or otherwise to communicate with them, a thing so strange that, knowing his affection for her, Benita came to the conclusion that he must be dead, killed perhaps in the attack.  Even Jacob Meyer had abandoned his digging, and sat about all day doing nothing but think.