"Ah yes. That's the beastly bore of it. I'd like to have had a shot at them, I must say." "Oh, we'll fix you up with that, sooner or later, sonny, never fear," said Peters cheerfully. "If not to-morrow, later on we'll worry up a trip, and it'll be hard if we don't turn you out a big 'un." Then a friendly wrangle ensued between Lamont and Peters as to whether wild animals, and especially lions, would come into houses after anything. Lamont declared they wouldn't, and Peters cited instances where they had, not at first hand however; and at length by the time the guest was told off to his makeshift couch in the living-room, he was so worked up to the terrors of this strange wild land, to which he had been fool enough to come, that he spent half the night wondering whether the outer door would for a moment resist the furious rush of a famished beast, or whether the window was of sufficient width to admit such. Whereby it is manifest that Lamont and the other had taken in the stranger in more ways than one. CHAPTER FOUR. PETERS--PROSPECTOR. It was lunch time at Peters' prospecting camp, and Peters, seated on a pile of old sacks, was busy opening a bully-beef tin. Having extracted its indifferently appetising contents, by dint of shaking out the same on to an enamelled metal plate, he chucked the empty tin away over his shoulder, thus mechanically adding another `brick' to a sort of crescent-shaped miniature wall, some ten feet behind, which had been formed gradually out of exactly similar tins, and by a similar mechanical process. Three native `boys,' squatted at a respectful distance, were puffing at their pipes and conversing in a drowsy hum, the burden of their debate being as to whose turn it might be to consume such remnants of the repast as their master might leave: such being, of course, a thing apart from, and outside of, their regular rations. In the forefront was a windlass and a vast pile of earth and stones, for Peters was sinking a shaft. Two hastily run-up huts served to house the said boys, between which stood a Scotch cart, covered with tarpaulin. Peters himself slept at Lamont's, on whose farm these mining operations were being conducted. In the ultimate success of these Peters had immense faith. "We'll make another Sheba Reef out of this yet, Lamont," he was wont to declare. "This place has gold on it, and plenty, if we only sink deep enough. You'll see it has." To which Lamont would reply that he only hoped it might, but that he didn't for a moment believe it would.