“Yes,” Bethune answered; “you can take it that it does.”
“Then the arrangement wouldn’t suit me. I know more about the vessel than you do, and I’ve been accustomed to directing things. But I’ll bid you five thousand dollars for your interest in the wreck.”
“Strictly speaking, we have no interest that we could sell.”
“That’s true; but I’ll buy your knowledge of how she lies and the best way of getting at her cargo. Of course, after you have taken the money you’ll leave her alone.”
“It’s tempting,” Bethune said thoughtfully. “But perhaps we had better be frank. I understand that you were one of the owners, and, as the underwriters paid you, I don’t see what you would gain.”
“All the gold on board her wasn’t insured.”
Bethune looked hard at him and Clay smiled. “It’s true. Then, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t have a try at the salvage. I’m open to make a shot at anything that promises a moderate profit.”
“I suppose there is no reason,” Bethune agreed slowly. “Would you go up to ten thousand dollars?”
“No, sir!” Clay said firmly. “I stick to my bid.”
“Then I’m sorry we can’t make a deal.” Bethune turned to the others. “I suppose that’s your opinion?”