“You know our orders,” answered my father, “you have seen them on your permit. I met one of those foreign devils from the other side, of whom we have had more than one lately; he came from out of the clouds that hang higher up, and as he had no permit and could not speak a word of our language, I gripped him, flung him, and strangled him. Thus far I was only obeying orders, but seeing how much better his boots were than mine, and finding that they would fit me, I resolved to keep them. You may be sure I should not have done so if I had known there was snow on the top of the pass.” “He could not invent that,” said Hanky; “it is plain he has not been up to the statues.” Panky was staggered. “And of course,” said he ironically, “you took nothing from this poor wretch except his boots.” “Sir,” said my father, “I will make a clean breast of everything. I flung his body, his clothes, and my own old boots into the pool; but I kept his blanket, some things he used for cooking, and some strange stuff that looks like dried leaves, as well as a small bag of something which I believe is gold. I thought I could sell the lot to some dealer in curiosities who would ask no questions.” “And what, pray, have you done with all these things?” “They are here, sir.” And as he spoke he dived into the wood, returning with the blanket, billy, pannikin, tea, and the little bag of nuggets, which he had kept accessible. “This is very strange,” said Hanky, who was beginning to be afraid of my father when he learned that he sometimes killed people. Here the Professors talked hurriedly to one another in a tongue which my father could not understand, but which he felt sure was the hypothetical language of which he has spoken in his book. Presently Hanky said to my father quite civilly, “And what, my good man, do you propose to do with all these things? I should tell you at once that what you take to be gold is nothing of the kind; it is a base metal, hardly, if at all, worth more than copper.” “I have had enough of them; to-morrow morning I shall take them with me to the Blue Pool, and drop them into it.” “It is a pity you should do that,” said Hanky musingly: “the things are interesting as curiosities, and--and--and--what will you take for them?” “I could not do it, sir,” answered my father. “I would not do it, no, not for--” and he named a sum equivalent to about five pounds of our money. For he wanted Erewhonian money, and thought it worth his while to sacrifice his ten pounds’ worth of nuggets in order to get a supply of current coin.