He was up before dawn, digging like a madman, and by noon he had found half a dozen more diamonds. He spent the next week feverishly digging up diamonds and burying them at night in a safe place where no passers-by could find them. There were fresh diamonds every day, and as Jamie watched his fortune pile up, he was filled with an ineffable joy. Only half of this treasure was his, but it was enough to make him rich beyond anything he had ever dared to dream.
At the end of the week, Jamie made a note on his map and staked out his claim by carefully marking the boundaries with his pick. He dug up his hidden treasure, carefully stored it deep down in his backpack and headed back to Magerdam.
The sign outside the small building read: DIAMANT KOOPER.
Jamie walked into the office, a small, airless room, and he was filled with a sudden sense of trepidation. He had heard dozens of stories of prospectors who had found diamonds that had turned out to be worthless stones. What if I’m wrong? What if—?
The assayer was seated at a cluttered desk in the tiny office. “Somethin’ I can do for you?”
Jamie took a deep breath. “Yes, sir. I would like to have these valued, please.”
Under the watchful eye of the assayer, Jamie started laying the stones on his desk. When he was finished, there was a total of twenty-seven, and the assayer was gazing at them in astonishment.
“Where—where did you find these?”
“I’ll tell you after you tell me whether they’re diamonds.”
The assayer picked up the largest stone and examined it with a jeweler’s loupe. “My God!” he said. “This is the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!” And Jamie realized he had been holding his breath. He could have yelled aloud with joy. “Where—” the man begged, “where did these come from?”
“Meet me in the canteen in fifteen minutes,” Jamie grinned, “and I’ll tell you.”
Jamie gathered up the diamonds, put them in his pockets and strode out. He headed for the registration office two doors down the street. “I want to register a claim,” he said. “In the names of Salomon van der Merwe and Jamie McGregor.”
He had walked through that door a penniless farm boy and walked out a multimillionaire.
The assayer was in the canteen waiting when Jamie McGregor entered. He had obviously spread the news, because when Jamie walked in there was a sudden, respectful hush. There was a single unspoken question on everyone’s mind. Jamie walked up to the bar and said to the bartender, “I’m here to wet my find.” He turned and faced the crowd. “Paardspan.”
Alice Jardine was having a cup of tea when Jamie walked into the kitchen. Her face lighted up when she saw him. “Jamie! Oh, thank God you’re back safely!” She took in his disheveled appearance and flushed face. “It didn’t go well, did it? Never you mind. Have a nice cup of tea with me, dear, and you’ll feel better.”
Without a word, Jamie reached into his pocket and pulled out a large diamond. He placed it in Mrs. Jardine’s hand.
“I’ve kept my promise,” Jamie said.
She stared at the stone for a long time, and her blue eyes became moist. “No, Jamie. No.” Her voice was very soft. “I don’t want it. Don’t you see, child? It would spoil everything…”
When Jamie McGregor returned to Klipdrift, he did it in style. He traded one of his smaller diamonds for a horse and carriage, and made a careful note of what he had spent, so that his partner would not be cheated. The trip back to Klipdrift was easy and comfortable, and when Jamie thought of the hell he had gone through on this same journey, he was filled with a sense of wonder. That’s the difference between the rich and the poor, he thought. The poor walk; the rich ride in carriages.
He gave the horse a small flick of the whip and rode on contentedly through the darkening veld.
3
Klipdrift had not changed, but Jamie McGregor had. People stared as he rode into town and stopped in front of Van der Merwe’s general store. It was not just the expensive horse and carriage that drew the attention of the passers-by; it was the air of jubilation about the young man. They had seen it before in other prospectors who had struck it rich, and it always filled them with a renewed sense of hope for themselves. They stood back and watched as Jamie jumped out of the carriage.