Master of the Game. Sidney Sheldon
approached the red-shirted Irishman, now bleary-eyed with drink, and showed him Van der Merwe’s map.
The man glanced at it and tossed it back to Jamie. ‘Worthless. That whole area’s been picked over. If I was you, I’d try Bad Hope.’
Jamie could not believe it. Van der Merwe’s map was what had brought him there, the lodestar that was going to make him rich.
Another digger said, ‘Head for Colesberg. That’s where they’re findin’ diamonds, son.’
‘Gilfillans Kop – that’s the place to dig.’
‘You’ll try Moonlight Rush, if you want my opinion.’
At supper that night, Alice Jardine said, ‘Jamie, one place is as big a gamble as another. Pick your own spot, dig in your pickaxe and pray. That’s all these other experts are doing.’
After a night of sleepless self-debate, Jamie decided he would forget Van der Merwe’s map. Against everyone’s advice, he decided to head east, along the Modder River. The following morning Jamie said goodbye to Mrs Jardine and set off.
He walked for three days and two nights, and when he came to a likely-looking spot, he set up his small tent. Huge boulders lay along both sides of the riverbank, and Jamie, using thick branches as levers, laboriously moved them out of the way to get at the gravel that lay beneath.
He dug from dawn until dusk, looking for the yellow clay or the blue diamondiferous soil that would tell him he had found a diamond pipe. But the earth was barren. He dug for a week without finding a single stone. At the end of the week, he moved on.
One day as he walked along, he saw in the distance what looked like a silver house, glowing dazzlingly in the sun. I’m going blind, Jamie thought. But as he got closer, he saw that he was approaching a village, and all the houses seemed to be made of silver. Crowds of Indian men, women and children dressed in rags swarmed through the streets. Jamie stared in amazement. The silver houses glistening in the sun were made of tin jam pots, flattened out, fastened together and nailed over the crude shacks. He walked on, and an hour later, when he looked back, he could still see the glow of the village. It was a sight he never forgot.
Jamie kept moving north. He followed the riverbank where the diamonds might be, digging until his arms refused to lift the heavy pick, then sifting the wet gravel through the hand sieve. When it got dark, he slept as though drugged.
At the end of the second week, he moved upstream again, just north of a small settlement called Paardspan. He stopped near a bend in the river and fixed himself a meal of carbonaatje, grilled on a spit over a wood fire, and hot tea, then sat in front of his tent, looking up at the wheeling stars in the vast sky. He had not seen a human being in two weeks, and an eddy of loneliness washed over him. What the hell am I doing here? he wondered. Sitting in the middle of a blasted wilderness like a bloody fool, killing myself breaking rocks and digging up dirt? I was better off at the farm. Come Saturday, if I don’t find a diamond, I’m going home. He looked up at the uncaring stars and yelled, ‘Do you hear me, damn you?’ Oh, Jesus, he thought, I’m losing my mind.
Jamie sat there, idly sifting the sand through his fingers. They closed on a large stone, and he looked at it a moment, then threw it away. He had seen a thousand worthless stones like it in the past weeks. What was it Van der Merwe had called them? Schlenters. Yet, there was something about this one that belatedly caught Jamie’s attention. He rose, went over to it and picked it up. It was much larger than the other stones and of an odd shape. He rubbed some of the dirt off it against the leg of his trousers and examined it more closely. It looked like a diamond. The only thing that made Jamie doubt his senses was the size of it. It was almost as large as a hen’s egg. Oh, God. If it is a diamond … He suddenly had difficulty breathing. He grabbed his lantern and began searching the ground around him. In fifteen minutes he had found four more like it. None of them was as large as the first one, but they were large enough to fill him with a wild excitement.
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 jeweller’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 dishevelled 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