"Isn't it short enough?" said Emson rather piteously, as he feebly raised his hand to his temples.

"Yes, there: it looks nice and fashionable. But all down at the back it's like Breezy's mane."

"Then you shall cut it, d.y.k.e."

"Ah-h-h!"

"Well then, young un. But how is poor Breezy?"

"Getting wild for want of riding. I went toward her yesterday, and she began dancing a _pas-de-deux_-legs on her fore-hoofs, and sparred at the sky with her hind. Wait a bit, and you and I'll take some of the steam out of her and Longshanks. We'll hunt out no end of ostriches' nests in the farther-off part of the veldt. Here, what are you shaking your jolly old head for? It's been quite shaky enough, hasn't it?"

"I was thinking of the ostrich-farming, little un," said Emson sadly.

"No, my lad, no more time wasted over that. Two hundred years hence they may have got a more manageable strain of domesticated birds that will live well in confinement. We've had our try, and failed."

"Bah! Not half tried. I haven't. No, Joe, we won't give up. We'll do it yet. Why, it was that black scoundrel Jack who caused half the mischief. Oh, Joe, if I could only have caught him when he was knocking those poor young birds on the head, and had my gun with me."

"What! would you have shot at him, young un?"

"If I'd had small shot in one of the barrels. They'd have just gone through, and peppered his hide nicely. I say, Joe, his clothes wouldn't have stopped the shot corns."

"No," said Emson, smiling; "his clothes wouldn't have stopped them."

"Hooray-y-y-y!" shouted d.y.k.e again, and the two lion cubs looked over the packing-case in which they were confined, wonderingly.

"Look at him! A regular half laugh. We shall have the whole laugh soon. But there, I mustn't stop, wasting time here."

"Yes; stay a little longer, little un. I want to talk to you," said Emson.

"About my being such a nice, good boy--so brave and so noodley? No, you don't. I'm off!"

"No, no; I will not say a word about that. I want to talk to you."

"But the ostriches want feeding."

"They must wait," said Emson sadly. "They've made us wait for profit.

Look here, little un; sit down."

"Well, if you want it. But, honour bright: no b.u.t.tering me."

"I want to talk about our future."

"Well, I can tell you that, Joe. We're going to make a big success of the farm."

"No, boy; we are going to give it up."

"What! Sell it?"

"No; I should be ashamed to take money off a man for so worthless a bargain. We are going to sc.r.a.pe together what skins and feathers are ours, so as to pay our way, and going home."

"What! empty?" cried d.y.k.e. "That we won't."

"We must, boy. I shall never be myself till I have been under a good doctor."

"What nonsense, Joe. There, let's talk about something else.--I say, how playful the cubs get; but they're more like big Saint Bernard pups than kittens."

"Let us talk about our future, boy," said Emson rather sternly. "I was thinking bitterly of our prospects when I was sickening for this fever, and I have thought more about them since I have been lying here helpless; and as soon as I can get about, we must prepare for going home."

"Beaten! Go home, and say: 'It's of no use, father; we're a poor, helpless pair.'"

"We must accept the inevitable, little un."

"There isn't any inevitable when you're my age, Joe. One always used to feel on a bad day that sooner or later the fish would begin to bite."

"Yes, but we used to change to another place."

"Sometimes. Well, let's change to another place, then. But it would be a pity. We've got never-failing water here, and even if the lions and baboons do come sometimes, it's a capital place. I say, Joe, have another try."

"You've quite changed your tune, old fellow," said Emson mournfully.

"Do you remember?"

"Why, of course. What fellow doesn't remember what a donkey he has been? I've often thought of it while you were ill, Joe, and of what a nuisance I must have been while you were so patient. And I said to myself--There, never mind that--I say, Joe, do you really mean for us to go back beaten?"

"Yes."

"Not have one more try!"

"No: I am too much broken down."

"But I'm not. I'm getting full of pluck and work now, and I'll do anything to keep things going till you come round."

Emson shook his head sadly.

"I say it is of no use, my lad; we are trying an impossibility."

"Then let's try something else. What do you think old Morgenstern said?"

"That we were wasting time over the ostriches."

"Well, yes, he did say that. But he said something else."

"Yes? What?"

"That he heard they were finding diamonds out on the veldt, and that he should advise you to have a good try."

"Moonshine, boy. The other day it was gold. Do you think we should be wise in spending our days hunting for diamonds?"

d.y.k.e scratched his ear, glanced at his brother, and then shook his head.

"Come, you are wise in that. Old Morgenstern is a good, honest, old fellow, but it does not do to take anybody's advice on your own affairs, about which you know best yourself. There, I must not talk any more; but don't go dreaming about diamonds, little un. You and I did not come out here to make a fortune, but to get a straightforward, honest living."