Hale came, but he explained that—naturally—the medicine cost money. Crystals would do.
Had Yon the Fisher paid?
Yon the Fisher had paid a very great price, indeed, Hale assured them. But, of course, Yon was a very wealthy man. Those who had less would be charged less. It would balance out.
Hale charged just a fraction less than the traffic would bear.
When Yon the Fisher heard of this, he was even more grateful to the "Islander." He knew perfectly well he hadn't given Hale a single Crystal.
By the end of the second day, Hale's supply of drugs was running dangerously low, although his collection of diamonds was becoming pleasingly large. He decided to take the whole planet in hand.
The grateful Yon was very happy to lend Hale a boat and crew to get him back to the Island whence he was presumed to have come.
"I'll have to get more medicine," Hale explained. "I'll come back, never fear."
"But will your people let one of my boats land? How will they know you're aboard?" Yon propped himself up on his pallet. "Several boats which have tried to land—peacefully, of course—have been blown out of the water."
"Don't worry, Yon, old friend. All that is over, now that we have come to terms."