"_Woza_! We must get him out!" he cried at last. The shaft was no great depth as yet, luckily for Inyovu. Moreover, the bucket for hauling up the dirt was down there, and a spasmodic quiver of the rope showed that the ill-advised one was already climbing up, even if he had not arrested his fall by seizing the rope and holding on. Then, by their master's orders, the boys manned the windlass, though so weakened by their recurring laughter they could hardly turn the handle, indeed were in danger of letting go every minute. At last the unfortunate one's head rose above the mouth of the hole, and in a moment more he was standing glaring at his master with sulky apprehension. But Peters had enjoyed a good laugh, and all his anger had vanished. "Now, Inyovu," he said cheerily, "get to work again." And Inyovu did. Peace having been restored, the usual labour proceeded. Suddenly Peters' horse, which was knee-haltered among the bushes hard by, began to whinny, then to neigh. That meant the proximity of another horse, and a minute or two later Lamont rode up alone. "Hallo, Peters! Nothing to make us millionaires to-day? What?" he sung out. "No sign of the stuff?" "Oh, that'll come. You've got the grin now, but we'll both have it--in the right direction too--when this bit of bush-veldt's humming with battery stamps and you and I are boss directors of the new fraud," answered Peters equably. They were to be joint partners in the results--if any--of Peters' prospecting, at any rate while such was carried on upon Lamont's farm. "`Hope springs eternal...' or there'd be no prospectors," laughed the latter as he dismounted from his horse. "See here, Peters. I wish you'd left our desirable guest where he was, or taken him away somewhere else--anything rather than bring him here." "What could I do, Lamont?" was the deprecating reply. "He said he was a pal of yours, and had come up-country on purpose to find you." "As for the first, he lied. I hardly knew the fellow, and what little I saw of him I disliked. For the second, I've no doubt he did. No. You brought him, and you'll have to take him away." "Well, I'll try and think out a plan." "If you don't, one of two things will happen. Either he'll take over the whole show or I shall be indicted for murder." "Couldn't we set up a sort of Matabele rising scare, and rush him off to Gandela?" said Peters, brightening up. "I've a notion he isn't brimming over with eagerness for a fight." "The worst of setting up scares is that they're apt to travel farther than you mean them to, especially just now when that sort of scare may any moment become grim reality. No, I'm afraid that plan won't do." "Isn't there anyone you could pass him on to? Why not give him an introduction to Christian Sybrandt, and fire him off to Buluwayo?"