"No, I don't suppose you would, and it is not to my taste, but there's a lot of money in it if you have a successful trip and that is what most of us are after."
"Quite right," said Jack. "It is what I am after at all events, and I want you to help me."
"I'll do all I can, but there's a heap of luck attached to pearl fishing," was the reply.
They were becalmed for a couple of days, and then, a fresh breeze springing up, they were soon near to Shark's Bay, and when they entered Jack Redland was surprised at its immense size, and at the wild almost uninhabited look of the land. There were very few houses to be seen, most of the fishers living in tents so as to be able to move near the fisheries.
"Well, what do you think of it?" Harry asked Jack as he came on board.
Jack looked glum as he replied, "I never saw a more uninviting spot and we seem to have the place pretty much to ourselves."
"I hope we shall not have to stay here long," answered Harry, "it will give me the blues."
"You'll find it all right when the divers are at work, there'll be plenty of excitement for you then, but we are newcomers and some of the old hands here may turn a bit crusty. I think we had better go ashore and see how the land lies," said Danks.
It was evident the arrival of the two schooners had created some sensation amongst the dwellers in tents, for a small knot of men stood discussing them.
Jack, Harry and Phil Danks got into a boat and were pulled to the beach. A big powerful man came down to meet them, his looks were not friendly, and he seemed to be the boss of the others, who stood some distance away.