He repeated the call after a trifling wait before he saw the big man coming unconcernedly through the trees toward him. Joseph came close before he stopped--very close, as a man will do when he wishes to make another aware of his size, and from this point of vantage, he looked over Connor from head to foot with a glance of lingering and insolent criticism. The gambler was somewhat amused and a little alarmed by that attitude. "Now, Joseph," he said, "tell me frankly why you're dodging me about the valley. Waiting for a chance to throw stones?" His smile remained without a reflection on the stolid face of the servant. "Benjamin," answered the deep, solemn voice, "I know all!" It made Connor peer into those broad features as into a dim light. Then a moment of reflection assured him that Joseph could not have learned the secret. "Haneemar, whom you know," continued Joseph, "has told me about you." "And where," asked Connor, completely at sea, "did you learn of Haneemar?" "From Abraham. And I know that this is the head of Haneemar." He brought out in his palm the little watch-charm of carved ivory. "Of course," nodded Connor, feeling his way. "And what is it that you know from Haneemar?" "That you are evil, Benjamin, and that you have come here for evil. You entered by a trick; and you will stay here for evil purposes until the end." "You follow around to pick up a little dope, eh?" chuckled Connor. "You trail me to find out what I intend to do? Why don't you go to David and warn him?" "Have I forgotten the whip?" asked Joseph, his nostrils trembling with anger. "But the good Haneemar now gives me power and in the end he will betray you into my hands. That is why I follow you. Wherever you go I follow; I am even able to know what you think! But hearken to me, Benjamin. Take back the head of Haneemar and the bad luck that lives in it. Take it back, and I shall no longer follow you. I shall forget the whip. I shall be ready to do you a service." He extended the little piece of ivory eagerly, but Connor drew back. His superstitions were under the surface of his mind, but, still, they were there, and the fear which Joseph showed was contagious. "Why don't you throw it away if you're afraid of it, Joseph?" "You know as I know," returned Joseph, glowering, "that it cannot be thrown away. It must be given and freely accepted, as I--oh fool--accepted it from you." There was such a profound conviction in this that Connor was affected in spite of himself. That little trinket had been the entering wedge through which he had worked his way into the Garden and started on the road to fortune. He would rather have cut off his hand, now, than take it back. "Find some one else to take it," he suggested cheerily. "I don't want the thing."