“The difficulty will be to get him to go down and fetch them, for it is against his oath to go far beyond the statues.  If you could be taken faint and say you wanted help, he would see you to your camping ground without a word, but he would be angry if he found he had been tricked into breaking his oath in order that money might be given him.  It would never do.  Besides, there would not be time, for he must be back here on Tuesday night.  No; if he breaks his oath he must do it with his eyes open—­and he will do it later on—­or I will go and fetch the money for him myself.  He is in love with a grand-daughter of Mrs. Humdrum’s, and this sum, together with what you are now leaving with me, will make him a well-to-do man.  I have always been unhappy about his having any of the Mayor’s money, and his salary was not quite enough for him to marry on.  What can I say to thank you?”

“Tell me, please, about Mrs. Humdrum’s grand-daughter.  You like her as a wife for George?”

“Absolutely.  She is just such another as her grandmother must have been.  She and George have been sworn lovers ever since he was ten, and she eight.  The only drawback is that her mother, Mrs. Humdrum’s second daughter, married for love, and there are many children, so that there will be no money with her; but what you are leaving will make everything quite easy, for he will sell the gold at once.  I am so glad about it.”

“Can you ask Mrs. Humdrum to bring her grand-daughter with her to-morrow evening?”

“I am afraid not, for we shall want to talk freely at dinner, and she must not know that you are the Sunchild; she shall come to my house in the afternoon and you can see her then.  You will be quite happy about her, but of course she must not know that you are her father-in-law that is to be.”

“One thing more.  As George must know nothing about the sovereigns, I must tell you how I will hide them.  They are in a silver box, which I will bind to the bough of some tree close to my camp; or if I can find a tree with a hole in it I will drop the box into the hole.  He cannot miss my camp; he has only to follow the stream that runs down from the pass till it gets near a large river, and on a small triangular patch of flat ground, he will see the ashes of my camp fire, a few yards away from the stream on his right hand as he descends.  In whatever tree I may hide the box, I will strew wood ashes for some yards in a straight line towards it.  I will then light another fire underneath, and blaze the tree with a knife that I have left at my camping ground.  He is sure to find it.”

Yram again thanked him, and then my father, to change the conversation, asked whether she thought that George really would have Blue-Pooled the Professors.