I will write mine.' 'Oah!' The instinct of competition waked in his breast.

He bent over the tray.

There were but fifteen stones on it.

'That is easy,' he said after a minute.

The child slipped the paper over the winking jewels and scribbled in a native account-book.
'There are under that paper five blue stones--one big, one smaller, and three small,' said Kim, all in haste.