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Master of the Game Page 7
Author: Sidney Sheldon

She smiled, and there was mischief in her eyes. "What is the usual, sir?"

"Well..." He hesitated. "A shovel."

"Will that be all?"

Jamie saw that she was teasing him. He grinned and confessed, "To tell you the truth, I'm new at this. I don't know what I need."

She smiled at him, and it was the smile of a woman. "It depends on where you're planning to prospect, Mr. - ?"

"McGregor. Jamie McGregor."

"I'm Margaret van der Merwe." She glanced nervously toward the rear of the store.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Miss van der Merwe."

"Did you just arrive?"

"Aye. Yesterday. On the post cart."

"Someone should have warned you about that. Passengers have died on that trip." There was anger in her eyes.

Jamie grinned. "I can't blame them. But I'm very much alive, thank you."

"And going out to hunt for mooi klippe."

"Mooi klippe?"

"That's our Dutch word for diamonds. Pretty pebbles."

"You're Dutch?"

"My family's from Holland."

"I'm from Scotland."

"I could tell that." Her eyes flicked warily toward the back of the store again. "There are diamonds around, Mr. McGregor, but you must be choosy where you look for them. Most of the diggers are running around chasing their own tails. When someone makes a strike, the rest scavenge off the leavings. If you want to get rich, you have to find a strike of your own."

"How do I do that?"

"My father might be the one to help you with that. He knows everything. He'll be free in an hour."

"I'll be back," Jamie assured her. "Thank you, Miss van der Merwe."

He went out into the sunshine, filled with a sense of euphoria, his aches and pains forgotten. If Salomon van der Merwe would advise him where to find diamonds, there was no way Jamie could fail. He would have the jump on all of them. He laughed aloud, with the sheer joy of being young and alive and on his way to riches.

Jamie walked down the main street, passing a blacksmith's, a billiard hall and half a dozen saloons. He came to a sign in front of a decrepit-looking hotel and stopped. The sign read:

R-D MILLER, WARM AND COLD BATHS.

OPEN DAILY FROM

6

A.M. TO

8

P.M.,

WITH THE COMFORTS OF A NEAT

DRESSING ROOM

Jamie thought, When did I have my last bath? Well, I took a bucket bath on the boat. That was - He was suddenly aware of how he must smell. He thought of the weekly tub baths in the kitchen at home, and he could hear his mother's voice calling, "Be sure to wash down below, Jamie."

He turned and entered the baths. There were two doors inside, one for women and one for men. Jamie entered the men's section and walked up to the aged attendant. "How much is a bath?"

"Ten shillings for a cold bath, fifteen for a hot."

Jamie hesitated. The idea of a hot bath after his long journey was almost irresistible. "Cold," he said. He could not afford to throw away his money on luxuries. He had mining equipment to buy.

The attendant handed him a small bar of yellow lye soap and a threadbare hand towel and pointed. "In there, mate."

Jamie stepped into a small room that contained nothing except a large galvanized-iron bathtub in the center and a few pegs on the wall. The attendant began filling the tub from a large wooden bucket.

"All ready for you, mister. Just hang your clothes on those pegs."

Jamie waited until the attendant left and then undressed. He looked down at his grime-covered body and put one foot in the tub. The water was cold, as advertised. He gritted his teeth and plunged in, soaping himself furiously from head to foot. When he finally stepped out of the tub, the water was black. He dried himself as best he could with the worn linen towel and started to get dressed. His pants and shirt were stiff with dirt, and he hated to put them back on. He would have to buy a change of clothes, and this reminded him once more of how little money he had. And he was hungry again.

Jamie left the bathhouse and pushed his way down the crowded street to a saloon called the Sundowner. He ordered a beer and lunch. Lamb cutlets with tomatoes, and sausage and potato salad and pickles. While he ate, he listened to the hopeful conversations around him.

"...I hear they found a stone near Colesberg weighin' twenty-one carats. Mark you, if there's one diamond up there, there's plenty more..."

"...There's a new diamond find up in Hebron. I'm thinkin' of goin' there..."

"You're a fool. The big diamonds are in the Orange River..."

At the bar, a bearded customer in a collarless, striped-flannel shirt and corduroy trousers was nursing a shandygaff in a large glass. "I got cleaned out in Hebron," he confided to the bartender. "I need me a grubstake."

The bartender was a large, fleshy, bald-headed man with a broken, twisted nose and ferret eyes. He laughed. "Hell, man, who doesn't? Why do you think I'm tendin' bar? As soon as I have enough money, I'm gonna hightail it up the Orange myself." He wiped the bar with a dirty rag. "But I'll tell you what you might do, mister. See Salomon ven der Merwe. He owns the general store and half the town."

"What good'll that do me?"

"If he likes you, he might stake you."

The customer looked at him. "Yeah? You really think he might?"

"He's done it for a few fellows I know of. You put up your labor, he puts up the money. You split fifty-fifty."

Jamie McGregor's thoughts leaped ahead. He had been confident that the hundred and twenty pounds he had left would be enough to buy the equipment and food he would need to survive, but the prices in Klipdrift were astonishing. He had noticed in Van der Merwe's store that a hundred-pound sack of Australian flour cost five pounds. One pound of sugar cost a shilling. A bottle of beer cost five shillings. Biscuits were three shillings a pound, and fresh eggs sold for seven shillings a dozen. At that rate, his money would not last long. My God, Jamie thought, at home we could live for a year on what three meals cost here. But if he could get the backing of someone wealthy, like Mr. van der Merwe...Jamie hastily paid for his food and hurried back to the general store.

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