"His little game, as you call it, is pearls, and he means to have some, or rather we intend to find them for him. I am sure you will recognise the fact that it will be far better for you to help us than put obstacles in our way."
"He's a clever man, but he's made a mistake this time; there's precious few pearls to be found here now, and what we do get are not worth much, they are the wrong colour."
"Never mind about that, we will take our chance. What I wish to know is, will you stand by us and persuade your mates to be peaceable?"
"It's more than I can do without some recompense."
"I'll see to that, or rather these gentlemen will, and you can depend upon it you will be gainers and not losers," said Danks.
"Who told you about the 'Mary Hatchett'?" asked Amos, who had helped himself to liquor freely.
"That is of no importance, but I know the whole story, and it is lucky for you that you are at Shark's Bay and not at Fremantle; they would never think of looking for you here."
"And you will keep it dark?" asked Amos.
"Certainly, if you do as we wish, and keep your mates quiet."
"And what about the money?" said Amos, with a leer.