"He'll spring another five hundred, and he can have them. It's a good price, but he'll make a clear couple of thousand out of the deal if he has a customer for the big ones."
Silas Filey went to the side of the schooner and seemed about to go down into his boat. He hesitated, and Barry said, "Make it another five hundred and you shall have them, with one condition attached," he added, as though a thought had occurred to him.
"A condition," said Silas, surprised. "What sort of a condition?"
"Will you give the price, £4500?" asked Barry.
"It's a robbery, they're not worth it."
"Bosh," said Barry, testily. "Don't be such an old fool, you know they are worth it, to you."
"Why to me more than anyone else?"
"Because you know where to place them."
Silas sighed, there was much truth in Barry's remarks. Here were all the pearls ready to his hand, it might take him months to get such a lot together.
"I'll give it you," he said, at last.