The "Heron" was a faster sailer than the "Wild Cat," and soon left her far behind; as they were both bound for Fremantle this did not matter. The "Heron" was to put in at Shark's Bay, to land the two divers, and this would give the other schooner time to get on terms with her.
Kylis had had no opportunity of attempting to steal any of the pearls so far, and they were nearing Shark's Bay. If he was to succeed there was no time to be lost. The black pearl was his object, but the difficulties to be overcome in endeavouring to secure it were almost unsurmountable. Jack Redland always carried it with him, and slept with his belt on; he was, moreover, a match for such a man as Kylis, being strong and active. In his cabin the whole of the pearls were kept securely locked up, and as Kylis had no excuse for being in that part of the schooner suspicion would at once be aroused if he was seen there.
Now that the chief part of their work was over there was a certain amount of laxity and freedom on board. The crew were allowed more liberty, although Phil Danks took care the schooner should be thoroughly looked after. Jacob Rank was on board, and this relieved Phil from some responsibility, as he was as good a sailor as himself. Jacob often took charge while Phil rested, and this arrangement suited both, as the former did not care to be always idle.
In consequence of this free and easy style of managing the "Heron," Kylis and Miah had very little difficulty in roaming about where they liked, although if they ventured near Jack Redland's cabin, and Jacob caught sight of them, they had to beat a speedy retreat.
Kylis knew the coast well, and saw they would be in Shark's Bay with a fair wind in another four-and-twenty hours. He became desperate, and without telling Miah of his purpose, determined to try and get the black pearl that night.
He was a swimmer of great endurance, and could remain in the water for hours, covering long distances. He knew that about midnight, or shortly after, the "Heron" would pass a spot called Swan Point, and that she would not be more than four or five miles distant from it. Swan Point was a peculiar shaped rock, standing in solitary grandeur, about two miles from the shore, with a deep channel between. Sometimes vessels passed through the channel, but only in daylight. Kylis thought out his plan cleverly. If successful in his attempt, he could slip overboard, swim to Swan Point, remain there and rest, and then swim to the shore. There were sharks about, but he had his knife, and had come off best in a tussle with one of these monsters. If he failed he could still jump overboard, and escape.
Jacob Rank was somewhat hilarious that night, having prevailed upon Phil to let him have a bottle of liquor, some of which he shared with one or two of the crew, who were as lively as himself. A hand at cards being suggested, Phil joined in "just to keep order," he said, and added, "but I do not think it fair to win your money under such circumstances."
"You are welcome to all you can get out of me," said Jacob, "and a game of euchre is what I want. If you win so much the better for you, but I mean to have my game whether you join in or not."
Jack Redland left them to it, and turned in. Euchre was a game he knew very little about, although he had taken a hand on board the "Golden Land" once or twice.
"You fellows look like making a night of it," he said. "As we shall be in Shark's Bay to-morrow I think I had better have a camp, I mean to go ashore."
"All serene," shouted Jacob. "Remember me in your dreams, and don't try and swallow that black pearl in mistake for a pill."
Kylis watched Jack go to his cabin and then, leaving Miah, strolled towards the players. Miah watched him, feeling glad he had gone alone, for he knew there was some devilry afoot.
Jacob being in a good humour—he held a fine euchre hand, looked up and saw Kylis standing near.
"Come here, you black thief, and I'll show you how to play euchre," roared Jacob.
"He probably knows how to handle the cards as well as any of us," laughed Phil. "Can you play euchre, Kylis?"
The black grinned, and said he had often played with Amos Hooker and others at Shark's Bay.
"I told you," said Phil. "Let him play your hand, Jacob."
"I'm dashed if I do, it's too good for a nigger to handle."
"Joker, right and left bower, eh?" asked Phil smiling.
"Not quite so good as that, skipper, but it's tarnation near it."
"Then go ahead, you go alone, I suppose?"
They were playing partners, Phil with one sailor, Jacob with another.
"Yes, I'm going alone," said Jacob, and his partner put down his cards.
Jacob played the joker, and trumps went round, then he played the right bower, the knave of diamonds, and the left bower, the knave of hearts fell on it from Phil. Jacob gave a whoop as he said—
"You can't beat me now, I have the lot," and he threw down the ace, king and queen of diamonds.
"Whew! What a hand," said Phil. "How did you manage it, Jacob?"
"Dry up, no chaff, you dealt," he said.
"And turned it down, worse luck. I might have got through, as yours were all reds."
"Very good hand," said Kylis.
"Oh, oh, my black bird, you think so, do you?" laughed Jacob. "I don't often treat a nigger, but after that hand you shall have a tot, here you are."
He handed the glass to the black, Phil grunting his disapproval, and remarking that it was throwing good stuff away.
Kylis saw they were fixed up for a long sitting, and this favoured his plans. He watched the game for some time and then sneaked away unobserved. In case anyone chanced to see him he went in the opposite direction to Jack's cabin; he returned, crawling along the deck silently and swiftly. In his hand he had one of the big knives used for opening pearl shells. He paused when he neared the cabin, listening, and the steady breathing denoted Jack Redland was sound asleep. The night was not dark, and Kylis had seen the dim outline of Swan Point in the distance before he left the card players. Again he crawled forward until his head reached the door, which was open. Looking in he saw Jack lying half dressed on his bunk, the belt with the case in round him. Kylis could have stabbed him as he slept, and probably would have done so had he not seen the end of the case, in which the black pearl lay, peeping out of the inner side of the belt. For once Jack had evidently been careless, and not fastened it securely in the belt. If he could obtain the case without awaking the sleeper there would be no need for violence.
Kylis crept like a cat to Jack Redland's side, then his big, black hand went slowly up and gently drew out the case. It was locked, but with a quick twist with the point of his knife the black opened it, slipped out the pearl, closed the case, pressed the broken spring in as far as he could, and noiselessly put it back in its place.
Jack Redland slept soundly and did not stir. Kylis did his work cleverly and with marvellous quickness. The black, never losing his caution, or hurrying in any way, glided out of the cabin and along the deck, the pearl in his mouth. If Jack Redland did not discover his loss he was safe, and Kylis determined to take the risk. If there was any danger of discovery he would go overboard with the pearl, no matter where they were.
Luck favoured the black. When Jack Redland got up in the morning the schooner was entering Shark's Bay. He fastened the belt, pushing the case into its place without examining it; he was not likely to suspect the pearl had been abstracted while he slept.
Jacob Rank and his fellow card players were somewhat seedy after their all night sitting, but they soon shook off the effects, and intended going ashore to stretch their legs for an hour or two on land.
Kylis was anxious to get away, but did not show it. He and Miah had been paid, and Phil said they could go ashore in the first dinghy.
However, before a boat was lowered, Amos Hooker put out from the shore, eager to learn what their luck had been, and Phil said the divers might go back with him.
This did not suit Kylis, who was well aware if Amos got on board he would remain as long as they would have him. He must speak to him, quietly, and tell him he had important news, which was better told ashore, out of earshot of anyone on board.
"Safely back," said Amos, as his boat came alongside. "By all the powers, if it's not Jacob Rank!" he exclaimed as he caught sight of him.
"Yes, I'm alive and well," replied Jacob, "but no thanks to the devils who left me in the lurch."
"It was a dirty trick to play you," said Amos.
"And they shall pay for it if ever I lay hands on them," he replied.
Amos was anxious to hear what Kylis and Miah had to report, and as they looked over the side of the schooner he caught sight of them and said—
"I suppose you wish to go ashore?"
"Yes," replied Kylis, eagerly.
"Then jump into the boat and I'll take you, and come back to hear the news."
They dropped from the schooner into the boat, and as Kylis landed, the pearl fell out of his loin cloth, where he had concealed it, into the bottom of the boat. Amos Hooker saw it, and Kylis, with a feeling of rage sweeping over him, knew he had seen it. A glance upwards showed him no one on board the schooner had observed it. He picked it up, concealing it again, and Amos pushed off hurriedly from the schooner.
Kylis knew he must make the best of the situation, Amos Hooker would think he had stolen the pearl, according to his instructions, and he must drive the best bargain he could with him. After all it might be the best way of parting with it, because he would have great difficulty in disposing of it. A black man in possession of such a pearl would be an object of suspicion, he knew that well enough. If he got a fair sum from Amos, and handed the pearl over to him there would not be much danger to himself; it would not be found in his possession if search was made for it, and at the same time the knowledge that Amos Hooker had it would give him a hold over the man.
Miah stared at it in surprise, aghast at Kylis's cleverness, for he had no idea the pearl had been stolen. He was glad no harm had been done to Jack Redland. Cunning as his mate, although not so treacherous, he commenced to think it was due to himself to have a share in the pearl. If Kylis and Amos objected, he could treat with the other side.
Half way to the shore Amos rested on the oars and said—
"Is that a black pearl you dropped in the boat?"
"Yes," answered Kylis.
"Where did you get it?"
"Stole it last night in accordance with your orders."
"I never told you to steal anything."
"What do you call it?" asked Kylis, grinning. "At any rate, I stole it at the risk of my life, and if they find out it has gone before they leave the bay there'll be a mighty row."
"How did you get it?"
Briefly Kylis told him how he abstracted the pearl from the case in Jack Redland's belt, and Amos was surprised at the black's daring and cleverness.
"And he has not missed it yet?"
"No, he thinks it is in the case."
"He may not miss it until after they have sailed."
"All the better for us."
"Let me look at it," said Amos.
"No."
"Hand it over, you dirty black thief, or I'll knock you out of the boat," and he raised an oar.
Kylis laughed as he pointed to the schooner, and said—
"They'll wonder what the row is about, it may create suspicion."
Amos saw the force of this remark, and restrained himself.
"When will you hand it over to me? It is of no use to you. I can sell it, you cannot, and it must be worth a lot of money."
"You shall have it when we come to terms, and I know what share I am to have. There must be money down before I give it up."
"Good, money down," said Miah.
Kylis looked hard at him as he said—
"You have nothing to do with it, I got hold of the pearl."
"And I know where it is, and mean to have a share."
"And what will you do if you get no share?" said Amos, savagely.
"Split," replied Miah, and they all knew the meaning of the word well.
The "Heron" remained only a few hours at Shark's Bay, and then proceeded on her way, as they were anxious to reach Fremantle as soon as possible.
It was not until he turned in at night that Jack Redland discovered the pearl was gone. He unstrapped the belt and placed it on his bunk, taking out the case in order to look at the treasure he thought it contained. He saw at once it had been tampered with, and pulling the spring found it was broken; a glance inside showed him it was empty, the pearl was gone.
For some moments he was stupefied, overwhelmed with dismay, and unable to act. It was difficult to believe the pearl was missing, yet there was no doubt about it. Who had taken it? Where was it now? These were questions he could not answer. He rushed on deck, half dressed, and encountered Jacob Rank.
"What's up now?" asked the astounded Jacob, recognising something serious must have occurred.
"The pearl's gone," gasped Jack.
"The pearl! Which pearl?" asked Jacob.
"The black pearl. It is not in the case."
"Then it must have fallen out. Have you looked about your cabin?"
"The lock has been forced; someone has stolen it," said Jack.
"How could anyone steal it when you had the belt round you?"
"I do not know, but it has gone. What are we to do?"
"Find it," said Jacob. "It will be in your cabin somewhere. We will go and search for it."
"Where's Phil Danks?" asked Jack.
"Having a rest. We can tell him what a fright you had when we have found it."
They went to Jack's cabin and turned everything out, but no black pearl could they find.
Jacob sat on a chest and looked at his companion.
"Hand over the case," he said.
Jack gave it him, and he examined it carefully.
"It has been forced with a knife, here are the scratches on it. How did the thief get hold of it? Have you ever left it off when you turned in?"
"No," replied Jack. "I always took the precaution to sleep with it on."
"Could anyone take the case out of your belt and replace it while you were asleep?" asked Jacob.
"Impossible. I am a light sleeper, and the slightest touch would rouse me."
"We'll go and see what Phil has to say about it," said Jacob.
The skipper of the "Heron" was dozing on his bunk when they roused him.
"What do you want?" he growled. "Cannot you let a fellow have a decent night's rest?"
"You'll not rest much when you hear what has happened," said Jacob.
"Then keep the news till morning," replied Phil.
"It is not the sort of news to keep. We must act at once. Sit up and listen. The black pearl has been stolen."
Phil Danks was wide awake now, and sprang out of his bunk.
"What's that you say?"
"The black pearl has been stolen," said Jacob.
"It is quite true," said Jack, showing the empty case, and proceeded to explain how he discovered his loss.
"I can't make it out," said Phil. "If you had the belt on at night, how the case was got at. When did you see it last?"
"When I went into my cabin the night before we entered Shark's Bay."
"Then it must have been stolen during the night. I have it," he said, excitedly. "I'll bet a trifle one of those black fellows has it. They are as cunning as dingoes."
"You're right," said Jacob. "I ought to have thought of that before, and I know which of 'em it is—Kylis. Why did he come sneaking round to see us playing cards? He was hanging about half the night, watching his chance."
"But how could he take the case out of my belt, without waking me, open it, and replace it?" asked Jack.
"There's no telling what a black thief like him can do. They're clever all of 'em, and Kylis is about the smartest of the lot. It's my belief he's in with Amos Hooker over this job. I had my doubts when you told me who got you the men. Now I am certain Amos had a hand in it. Why did he not come back to the schooner again after taking them ashore? I thought it strange at the time, but I see his reason now. He thought if the loss of the pearl was discovered he might be asked nasty questions, difficult to answer."
"Had we better put back and try and recover it?" asked Jack.
"There's not much chance of that," said Phil. "You see, we have no proof they have it, and even if we had we should not be able to recover it without paying a big reward. The best thing we can do is to get to Fremantle as quickly as possible, lay the whole circumstances before Barry Tuxford, tell him our suspicions, and hear what he has to say."
Jack felt relieved. He had great faith in Barry, and thought he might probably devise some means to recover the pearl.
"He'll be very angry about it, I expect," said Jack.
"Oh, no, he won't. You do not know Barry as well as I do," said Jacob. "He seldom gets ruffled. We have a rich cargo on board, that will pay us all well without the black pearl, and he'll be satisfied. I'll tell you what he will do. He'll set himself to get that pearl from Amos Hooker, if he has it, and he knows the way to put the screw on."
"Then you think there is some probability of getting it back?" said Jack.
Jacob shook his head as he replied—
"I doubt it; but if any man can recover it, that man is Barry Tuxford."
Jack Redland was exceedingly mortified at the loss of the black pearl. He had set his heart upon buying all the shares in it, and sending it to Winifred. It puzzled him when he thought how it had been taken, for it must have been accomplished while he was asleep. He was determined to recover the pearl in some way. How, he had as yet formed no idea.
The "Heron" arrived at Fremantle in advance of the "Wild Cat," and the news that she was in the bay quickly reached Perth.
Barry Tuxford lost no time in going to meet her, and there was considerable excitement amongst the pearl buyers over her arrival, for they were aware she had been on a sort of secret voyage to an unknown pearling ground. This was quite sufficient to arouse curiosity as to the result of the trip, and when Barry appeared on the scene he was met by a chorus of inquiries.
"Wait until I have been on board, then I shall be able to tell you how we have got on. Up to now I know no more than yourselves."
"Give me a chance if you want to sell any good ones," said Silas Filey, a well known buyer of pearls, and a curious character in his way. He was an old convict, sent out for some political offence many years ago, and had amassed a large fortune in buying and selling pearls. He always carried a huge pocket book stuffed with pearls in his inner coat pocket, and they were reckoned to be worth many thousands of pounds. Silas had never been robbed, he was too dangerous to tackle, for he was particularly ready with his firearm, and had sent more than one desperate character to his account in his time.
Silas Filey did other things besides pearl dealing. He was credited with having assisted more convicts to escape from the settlement than any other man, and had thereby reaped a rich harvest. One man in particular he had got clear away, although there was no proof against him. This was a well-to-do Englishman named "Gentleman Jack," who having got into trouble at home, was sent out to Fremantle. It was currently reported "Gentleman Jack" promised five thousand pounds for his services if he succeeded in getting away to America. Silas carried out his portion of the contract skilfully. "Gentleman Jack" got on board a vessel bound for America, landed there safely, and discharged his debt honourably.
Barry Tuxford knew Silas well, and in divers transactions with him had found him a fair dealer.
"You shall have a chance, Silas," he said, "if there is anything worth your while to look at. This is a sort of trial trip, and I do not know how it has panned out."
Silas laughed as he replied—
"There are not many things you go into that do not pan out well. You made a big haul out of the Great Tom mine, did you not?"
"Fair," replied Barry cautiously, and inwardly thinking what a welcome surprise he had in store for Jack Redland.
"Here's Barry," said Jacob, as he saw a boat shoot out and make for the schooner. "I'll keep out of the way a bit and give him a surprise later on. Don't let on you have me on board, boys."
"We'll keep it dark as long as we can," replied Phil, smiling. "But if Barry asks questions about you he'll soon smell a rat."
There were hearty greetings when Barry Tuxford stepped on board the "Heron."
"Your friends at home would hardly recognise you," he said to Jack, who was as brown as a berry, "but you look in splendid condition, and pearling evidently agrees with you. Where's your pal? In the 'Wild Cat?'"
"Yes," replied Jack, "and she'll be in the bay to-night, I expect, she is never far behind."
"What sort of a trip have you had?" he asked. "I think you'll be quite satisfied," said Jack. "We have some very good pearls on board, and many tons of valuable shell."
"It's the best pearl fishery I ever was on," said Phil, "and next time, with more divers, it will turn out a big thing." He then proceeded to give Barry a brief account of the trip and of the result.
"Then Jacob Rank was right, after all, and those scoundrels were wrong. Did you see any signs of him?"
"Of Jacob?" asked Phil.
"Yes; the crew said he was drowned, but I did not believe the story."
"And you were right," said a voice behind him, and turning round, he saw Jacob alive and well.
Barry Tuxford shook him heartily by the hand and said—
"I thought you would pull through somehow, and I am very glad to see you."
"Are any of my crew ashore here?" asked Jacob.
Barry laughed as he replied—
"You may find one or two, but if they get wind you are on board the 'Heron' they will clear out quick, you may be sure of that."
"Let me lay hands on them, and they'll wish they had never been born," said Jacob.
Barry Tuxford went into Jack's cabin and inspected the pearls. He was delighted with them and said—
"There will be a good division of profits out of this lot. Good pearls are scarce and dear, and Silas Filey is on the look out for some."
"Silas is always knocking around when there is a chance of a deal," said Jacob. "It takes a clever man to bargain with him, but I think you are equal to it. What do you think our pearls are worth?"
"I cannot say off hand, but some hundreds of pounds, and then there is the shell. I shall equip another lot of schooners as soon as possible, and send you out again," said Barry.
"I am willing to go," said Jacob, "and I can speak for Phil and Hake Moss. I don't know whether the 'new chums' will tackle the job again."
"I want Mr. Redland ashore if he will stay," said Barry. "I have something more in his line than pearling."
"I enjoyed the trip," said Jack, "but I shall be glad to stay with you for a time. Have you discovered a champion amongst your horses?" he asked smiling.
"I think you will find one or two worth riding," said Barry. "At any rate, you can try them, and give me the benefit of your opinion."
"With pleasure," replied Jack. "It will be a treat to be on the back of a good horse again, and have a rousing gallop."
"It will not be long before you have an opportunity," replied Barry. "We will talk the matter over when you come ashore with me. I like to keep the fellows waiting, so shall remain here until the 'Wild Cat' arrives. I should not be at all surprised if Silas comes off to see us; he's desperately eager to find out all about the trip."
"We must keep it to ourselves," said Jacob. "I have no doubt we shall be followed next time, but we can put them off the scent with a little trouble."
"Where is this bay?" asked Barry.
"In the north-west, about four hundred miles beyond Shark's Bay, and it's a rum place to find," said Phil. "I doubt if we should have struck it if we had not seen Jacob's signal."
"Then you found him in the bay?"
"Yes; and he'd hoisted a flag on the rock jutting out to sea. It was about the best use he could have made of his shirt," laughed Phil.
"There's something more to tell you," said Jack Redland. "It is the only bit of bad luck we had on the voyage."
"Then it will keep," said Barry smiling. "Tell it me when we go ashore. Whatever it is I am quite satisfied with all you have done, and we cannot expect to always have good luck."
"It was beastly bad luck," said Jacob, "but you can never trust those black beggars. Mr. Redland will tell you how it happened, and you are the man to recover the pearl."
"You've let it out now," said Phil laughing.
"A pearl? What pearl? Did you lose a valuable pearl?" asked Barry.
"We did," said Jack, "a black pearl. I may as well tell you all about it."
Barry Tuxford listened attentively to Jack's story of the stolen pearl, and when it was ended said, "There is no doubt in my mind that one of those black fellows Amos Hooker engaged for you, stole it during the night. It was cleverly done, and I am surprised he was successful. Such a pearl as you have described ought to be worth four or five thousand pounds, probably more, if we found the right customer. Someone who possesses one pearl of the sort would give a stiff sum to get a pair."
"Do you think you will be able to recover it?" asked Jack, anxiously.
"It's a toss up whether we do or not. If Amos Hooker has it, I think it can be managed, but it will have to be very carefully worked. It will be better to say nothing at all about it, and make no inquiries. Amos will keep it for some time before he tries to dispose of it, and if we leave him alone he may get careless. Black pearls are very scarce, and one the shape and size of ours will be easily recognised. On the whole, I think it may be recovered, but it will cost money."
Jack was relieved to hear this, and said, when he and Barry were alone,—
"I have a particular reason for wishing to recover that pearl. Do you know what I intended doing if we had brought it here safely?"
"No."
"I intended asking you to buy it for me, and allow me to pay for it when I had the money."
Barry looked surprised as he said,—
"What do you require such a valuable pearl for? You could do a great deal better with your money."
"I wished to send it home as a present to a great friend of mine."
"A lady, of course," said Barry smiling. "I see; it would be a very valuable gift, and she ought to think a lot of it, if ever she receives it."
"She would," replied Jack, "but more on account of my finding it than for its actual value."
"I'll try and get it for you," said Barry, "and if I succeed, you shall have it at a fair price. Ah, here's Silas, I thought he would not be able to wait until my return."
Silas Filey walked anxiously about, waiting for Barry Tuxford, and as the time passed, became impatient.
"He's staying on board just to aggravate everybody, that's his little game. I want to be first in at this deal. I'll take a boat out to the schooner and risk the chance of being ordered away."
As the boat came alongside the "Heron," Barry Tuxford looked over the side and said, with a laugh, "What are you here for Silas? I am afraid we have nothing on board that will suit you."
"Will you let me have a look at the pearls?" asked Silas.
"It's against the rules, you must wait until we come ashore."
"I say, Barry, give me first chance, and I'll offer you a good price, upon my word, I will. I want a string of good pearls badly for a customer who is not particular how much he pays so long as he gets what he wants."
"That's the sort of man I like to get hold of," said Barry.
"They are difficult to find, but this is a cert, a real cert; let me come on board."
"I must ask the skipper," said Barry.
"You are the owner, that is sufficient," replied Silas.
"Phil Danks is in charge and it is only fair to ask his permission, but I will try and arrange it for you."
Barry disappeared, and Silas muttered to himself—
"He's a confounded humbug, he's keeping me here for fun. I wonder what they have on board. He'll drive a hard bargain now he sees I am so eager, but I must have the pearls, it's a big deal if I get what my man wants."
When Barry Tuxford returned, he said,—
"If I let you have first pick you must be prepared to give a stiff price, I know the value of pearls as well as you do."
"I'll deal fair with you, upon my word, I will," said Silas. "May I come up?"
"Yes," replied Barry, "and mind, there's to be no Jew business about this transaction."
Silas Filey scrambled up the ladder and climbed over the side of the schooner. Barry introduced him to Jack, who thought the dealer a curious looking man to handle valuable pearls.
Jacob Rank and Phil were both known to Silas, who congratulated the former on his return to life.
"We thought you'd gone under, Jacob," he said, "but I'm glad such is not the case. You have made a grand discovery, I hear, found pearls by the hundreds, somewhere. You are a clever chap, Jacob, very clever."
"And who gave you such valuable information?" asked Jacob.
"Never mind where I got it from, it's true."
"Much you know about it. If I owned this blessed schooner, or happened to be skipper of her, I'd take precious good care to keep her decks clear of such men as you," growled Jacob.
"I have done you no harm, my friend," said Silas.
"And I'll take jolly good care you never have the chance," was the reply. "Pearl dealers are frauds, I'd have nothing to do with you if I was Mr. Tuxford."
"But you are not Mr. Tuxford, my dear Jacob," said Silas. "If you were, you would have made a fortune long ago, with the chances you have had."
"You two are always at it," said Barry. "Come and see the pearls, Silas."
"Keep your eyes on him, and don't let him handle them," was Jacob's parting shot.
"I'm sorry for him," said Silas, "Jacob is a good fellow, but he's a fool."
They went to Jack's cabin, and he unlocked the box and took out the various drawers containing the different sized pearls. When Silas saw the collection, his eyes fastened on them eagerly and Barry Tuxford, who was watching him closely, thought he would be able to sell well. There were pearls of all shapes, egg-shaped, oval, pear shaped, curiously twisted pearls, and pearls of many sizes. In one box, Silas saw about forty or fifty perfect pearls, free from all excrescences, with perfectly smooth surfaces, and possessing a brilliant even lustre. He knew they were valuable, the more so because they were of even size, shape, and weight, and were just what he required. Jack handed him the box, and he examined each pearl carefully; there was no flaw in them, they were as perfect as any he had ever seen. He looked at the other boxes and recognised that the bay Jacob Rank had discovered must be uncommonly rich in shells, he wished he knew where it was, but there was not much chance of finding out.
Barry and Jack waited for him to speak, but Silas Filey was a man of few words when he meant business. He was calculating his chances, summing up the value of the pearls, how much he could obtain for them, what he was prepared to give, and how much profit he could make; he was also surmising the amount Barry Tuxford would be willing to accept, and on that basis was prepared to make a reasonable offer which would give him scope to increase the price.
Jack replaced the pearls in the case, and was about to lock them up when Silas said,—
"Don't put them away yet, Mr. Redland."
"I thought you were not over pleased with them," replied Jack, quietly, and Barry smiled.
"They are not a bad lot at all, for a first trip in a new ground they are excellent, and give promise of better things."
"Do you wish to make a bid for them?" asked Barry, coming to the point.
"How much do you want?"
"For the lot?"
"For the best lot."
"I shall not sell them separately, the buyer will have to clear us out, seed pearls and all."
Silas shook his head as he replied,—
"A lot of them are no good to me."
"I am quite aware of that," replied Barry, "but you can get rid of them. They are no more good to me than they are to you."
"Put a price on the lot," said Silas.
Barry Tuxford knew what these pearls were worth in the open market, but he also knew if Silas had a wealthy customer waiting their value might reasonably be increased.
"Six thousand pounds," he said, and Jack Redland gasped for breath, while Silas held up both hands in pious horror at such an attempt at extortion.
"A very good joke," said Silas, "on your side."
"You will get that for the best lot alone if you have a customer handy such as you have mentioned," replied Barry.
Silas thought this not improbable, but all the same it was an outrageous price for Barry to ask.
"I am afraid we shall not be able to do business," said Silas, rising.
"Very well, sorry you had your journey for nothing. Lock them up again, Mr. Redland."
"Stop a minute," said Silas. "You are always in such a hurry. Ask a reasonable figure. Say half, and we can commence to talk."
Jack was surprised, he had no idea of the value of pearls, and three thousand pounds seemed a large sum.
"I cannot waste my time, Silas, and you know well enough three thousand is ridiculous."
"Well, let us say another five hundred."
"No, not anything near the mark," replied Barry, knowing well enough Silas was biting.
"You are very hard."
"Not at all. You asked as a favour to be given first chance. If I take these pearls into Fremantle, and put them on the open market, they'll sell well, especially as they are scarce. It will save trouble if you take the lot, and six thousand is a fair thing."
"It's simply ruinous," said Silas. "I'll give you four, and not a pound more."
"Then it's no deal," said Barry, and Jack fancied he was unwise not to accept it.
Silas shuffled out of the cabin, and Barry whispered to Jack,—
"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.
"And you've got a bargain," said Barry. Jack Redland was delighted, there was still the pearl shell to sell, it was a rare haul.
"What condition do you attach?" asked Silas.
"We have lost a valuable black pearl, it has been stolen, and we want you to help us to get it back."
"A black pearl?" said Silas, amazed. "Tell me all about it," he said, eagerly.
"Mr. Redland will tell you, but first of all will you help us?"
"Of course I will, and buy it from you."
"It is not for sale," said Jack.
Silas Filey's face fell, he would have given a good deal to secure such a prize.
"Tell me all about it," he said, and Jack gave him a brief outline of the robbery and a description of the pearl.
"Where do you think it is?" he asked.
"I know where it is, at least I am almost certain," said Barry. "An old scoundrel we both know at Shark's Bay has it. He put the black fellows up to stealing some of our pearls, and they happened to get the best. I mean Amos Hooker, he's the man."
"He has it!" exclaimed Silas. "I'd like to get it. He's a bad lot, is Amos. I hope I can do it for you, I think I can. I'll get into communication with him. He'll not be able to sell it in a hurry."
"You will have to be careful, or he'll be on his guard," said Barry.
"I have had dealings with him before, and he will not be at all suspicious of me. Are you quite sure you will not sell it? Do you know what such a pearl as you have described is worth?" he said, turning to Jack.
"I have no idea."
"Anything between three to seven thousand; it is worth the latter sum to a man who already possesses one."
When the "Wild Cat" arrived in the bay the news of the sale of the pearls was at once told to Harry Marton, and he thought it a wonderful price to obtain for them. Barry Tuxford examined the shells and said they ought to bring about £150 a ton, if not more.
"There will be a good division of profits," he said, "but come ashore with me, I have something else to tell you. By jove, I forgot all about it. There's a letter for you at my place from the old country."
Jack's heart beat fast. It must be from Winifred, and he was anxious to hear the news.
"How long have you had it?" he asked.
"Some weeks; that is the reason I forgot it."
Jack was annoyed; Winifred would think he had been a long time answering it, but he could explain it was not his fault.
Harry Marton accompanied them ashore, and they went to Barry Tuxford's house at Perth.
"The letter first," said Jack eagerly, and Barry smiled as he handed it to him.
Jack recognised the handwriting; it was from Winifred. He left the room, as he wished to read it alone.
Winifred wrote in good spirits, telling him all the news about her home, and how her father had won a couple of good races with Topsy Turvy.
"We miss you very much indeed, Jack," she wrote, "and often talk about you and wonder what you are doing in that far off country. It seems a terribly long way from here, and sometimes I fancy you will not come back. Father says most young men who go out get married, and settle down. Have you met anyone you like very much indeed yet? If so, I'll try and love her for your sake."
"Will you?" thought Jack. "You will not get the chance."
"I know you will answer this letter as soon as you can, but father says I must not expect a reply too quickly, for there is no telling where you may be when it arrives. I shall look forward to hearing from you. I received your letters from Port Said and Colombo, and also the one when you arrived at Fremantle. What a dear good soul Captain Seagrave must be. We are going to ask him to come and see us and tell us all about the voyage."
She concluded a long letter by wishing him every happiness, and good luck. "Father wishes me to tell you to wear his colours the first time you ride a horse of your own, or if you own one, to let the jockey wear them. He is superstitious about it, and believes they will bring you good luck."
Jack read between the lines, and was contented. He recognised that Winifred loved him, and was constantly thinking about him. He must answer her letter by the next mail, and although he had no pearls to send her this time he would tell her to look forward to receiving a string out of the next lot.
He returned to Barry Tuxford and Harry with a face beaming with satisfaction.
"You have had good news," said Barry, "anyone can see that. I congratulate you. I expect your letter is from the fortunate young lady who is to receive the black pearl—when you recover it."
"That is so," replied Jack, laughing. "As you remark, if we get it."
"I am commencing to think you are a bit of a mascot," said Barry laughing. "Everything you touch turns out well. I have some real good news for you."
"Indeed," said Jack, "what is it?"
"The Great Tom mine has panned out all right."
"That's splendid," replied Jack. "I had forgotten all about it for the moment."
"The pound shares are up to six pounds," said Barry.
"It sounds too good to be true," said Jack, excitedly. "That means three thousand for my five hundred."
"That's it, if you sell out."
"What do you advise me to do?"
"Sell half your shares; leave the other half in. It is a dividend paying mine, and I think they will go up to ten pounds, perhaps more, in another year."
"That will give me fifteen hundred to play with, and the profit on the trip as well. Harry, you must stand in; we agreed to go halves."
"Don't be ridiculous," replied Harry. "We agreed to go halves, certainly, but that was only for the voyage. I shall not take a penny of your profits. I have my share out of the pearls, and am quite satisfied."
"That is not fair," said Jack. "Because I happen to have had a stroke of luck it is no reason why you should cry off our arrangement."
"I think Mr. Marton is quite right," said Barry. "You cannot go on sharing all through your lives; it is absurd."
"If I make a pile, Harry, you must agree to accept something from me," said Jack.
"If my luck is out I will; but if I make sufficient for my wants, no," replied Harry.
In the course of the week Barry Tuxford took Jack out to the stables, where his horses were kept, and he had a spin on Lucky Boy, a four-year-old bay, a great favourite of Barry's.
Jack was delighted to be on the back of a thoroughbred again; it was far more to his taste than tossing about on a schooner, although he had enjoyed that for a time. He had, however, no desire to make another voyage at present. Lucky Boy was accompanied by Wanneroo, a bay, three years old, ridden by a black boy called Willie, who was clever at his work. The pair were attended by Onslow and Esperance.
Joe Kirby, who trained for Barry Tuxford, watched Jack critically. He had not much faith in amateur riders, especially new chums, but he soon saw Jack Redland was a good way beyond the average. Lucky Boy, he thought, had never gone so well before, and this was the opinion of Willie, when he dismounted, and the black boy looked at Jack admiringly.
Barry Tuxford was immensely pleased. He had no idea Jack could ride so well, and he thought Captain Seagrave was right when he said he was too good for pearl fishing.
"It does a fellow good to get on the back of a decent horse again," said Jack, as he patted Lucky Boy's neck.
"What do you think of him?" asked Barry.
"A very good mover, not particularly fast, but I should think he was a good stayer."
"He is, Mr. Redland," said Joe Kirby. "He can stay any distance, and over a couple of miles he would wear a faster horse than himself down."
"I daresay you are right," replied Jack. "Has he won any races?"
"A couple of minor handicaps at the Turf Club meeting, but no race of any value. He is generally in at a nice weight," said Barry.
"He won a Welter, too," said Joe.
"So he did, I forgot that. Carried ten seven, I think," said Barry.
"I don't know what I weigh now," said Jack, "but I could easily go to scale at ten stone at home, and less if required."
"Then you have ridden in England?" said the trainer, somewhat surprised.
"Oh, yes, scores of times. I was almost at the top of the tree one year. I won a race at Lewes a few days before I sailed for Fremantle."
"I thought you knew how to handle a horse when you threw your legs across Lucky Boy," replied Joe.
"That's Dongara," said Barry, as a grey came along alone. "He's got a bit of a temper. Gives Joe a lot of trouble, I'm afraid; but we keep pegging away at him because we think there's something in him, and a clever man chose him for me in Sydney. He cost more than he's worth, I fancy, and he's had adventures; the beggar was ship-wrecked, and had to swim ashore."
Jack glanced at the grey, and liked his appearance.
"May I ride him?" he asked.
Barry looked at the trainer, who smiled as he replied—
"If Mr. Redland will risk being thrown off there can be no objection; but it is only fair he should be warned what sort of a horse he is."
"As bad as that, is it?" laughed Jack. "Let me try my hand. I have ridden some nasty horses in my time; if he throws me he's welcome to any satisfaction he may get out of it."
Dongara was brought up, and when the lads saw the new chum was going to ride him they grinned at his expense in anticipation of some exciting fun.
It was exciting enough while it lasted, but could hardly be called fun; it was a battle in grim earnest, and the youngsters looked on in amazement.
Dongara first tried to bolt, and Jack let him have his head for a couple of miles, but did not allow him to forget who was master. This did not exactly suit the horse, who generally had his own way with the lads.
"He's holding him," said Joe. "That's more than I expected he would do."
At the end of a stiff gallop Dongara gave in, but he was not at the end of his experiment. He lashed out suddenly, then stood up and pawed the air; but a blow between the ears brought him down to a less exalted attitude. Then he tried to savage his rider, and got his nose kicked for his trouble.
At the end of half-an-hour Dongara consented to gallop like a well mannered thoroughbred, and it was evident Jack had him under control.
"You handled him splendidly," said Barry approvingly.
"He's a good horse," said Jack, "but, as you say, he has a very bad temper. It will take more than I have given him to cure him; but I could tame him in time. Where did you say he came from?"
"Sydney. Joel Kenley bought him for me."
"Joel Kenley!" exclaimed Jack. "That's very strange; his brother trained Topsy Turvy, the last horse I rode before I left England. I am going to look him up if ever I get as far as Sydney."
"You'll find Joel a decent sort, and well up in his business," said Barry.
Jack enjoyed the change thoroughly, and went back with Barry, eager to hear what he had to propose about racing.
Barry Tuxford was not long in coming to the point.
"There is not much to be won here," he said, "and after our meeting next month I thought of taking a trip to Sydney. Will you go with me?"
"With pleasure," replied Jack. "It is just what I should like."
"Harry Marton can go back with the pearling fleet, and you can have a share of the plunder. By the time we have finished our jaunt, Silas may have captured the black pearl for you."
"I hope so," said Jack. "I have set my heart on getting it."
"It's not much use taking any horses, they are too good for us there, although I should like to take them down on their own ground with a nag from West Australia."
"Why not take Lucky Boy? He ought to be good enough to win a long distance race, and he would get a light weight."
"We might do that, but I am afraid he would not pay his expenses. He'd come in all right as a second string if I bought something good; do to bring 'em along, and make the pace sound for the other fellow."
"I should say you would have some difficulty in finding a better horse to lead another at exercise, or as you suggest, to ensure a good pace throughout a long race. I have often seen the second string beat the first when he has been run merely as an assistant," said Jack.
"Will you sell half your shares in the Great Tom mine?" asked Barry.
"Yes, if you advise me to do so, and the money will come in handy for racing."
"If you are going to bet with it, keep it locked up where it is, it will be safer there."
"Then you are no believer in backing horses?"
"Not to win much money. Of course, I like to have a flutter for the fun of the thing, most sportsmen do," said Barry.
"When do you intend leaving here?"
"As soon as we have got the fleet away again. I must see Rank, and the two skippers, and come to terms with them."
When Barry went to Fremantle, to arrange for the return of the schooners to the bay, Jack wrote a reply to Winifred's letter. It was a long epistle, and in it he gave her an account of his adventures with the pearling schooners.
"It was a rough life, but I did not dislike it, and the finding of pearls is very exciting. I did not intend to tell you of this incident, but I cannot keep it to myself, and I know you have too much good sense to be disappointed if it does not turn out as I wish. One day I found a beautiful black egg shaped pearl in a large shell. It was perfect—not a flaw in it, and I was bewildered at its beauty, for they are very rare. I thought how nice it would be to send it to you as a token you were not forgotten. Forgotten! Why Winnie, I am always thinking of you and of the last time I saw you on the terrace, with your arms outstretched, pleading to me to come back, or I fancied so. 'Like his conceit,' I hear you say.
"There is an old pearl dealer here; a regular character, looks like a cross between a Jew pawn-broker and a Christian cabdriver. He's very rich, so my friend, Barry Tuxford, says. (Barry's a splendid fellow—a regular colonial. I am sure you would like him.) His name is Silas Filey—how do you fancy it—and he bought up all our pearls before he left the schooner. He says he'll try and get the black pearl back, because he knows the man we think persuaded the black fellow to steal it. If it is recovered Barry has promised I shall have it at a fair price, and I mean to send it you. Its story and adventures will interest you, and when you look at it, if ever you have the luck, it will remind you of 'the failure' far away in Australia.
"I am commencing to think, Win, that I am not such a dire failure after all, for I have just made a big haul by an investment in the Great Tom mine, again thanks to Barry, and my share of the pearls and shell will be considerable. Tell Sir Lester, Barry and myself are off to Sydney on a racing expedition, taking a horse called Lucky Boy with us, and that I shall also take the black jacket with orange sleeves I rode Topsy Turvy in with me, and if I get a chance either wear them myself, or put them up on a good one. We are sanguine of doing some good before we return.
"I am sure Captain Seagrave would enjoy himself and amuse you both if he paid a visit to The Downs. He's a rare good sort, and as large-hearted and brave as only a British seaman can be. Write to the G.P.O., Sydney, next time, that is, if you still have a corner in your heart for me. I should like to say something, Win, but wait until I come home, and then I will tell you my secret. Guess it if you can."
The friends separated, Harry Marton going to the bay with the augmented pearling fleet, Jack and Barry Tuxford journeying to Sydney by one of the mail steamers, taking Lucky Boy with them. Before following their fortunes in New South Wales it will be interesting to learn how Amos Hooker managed to secure the black pearl.
When they reached the shore from the schooner "Heron," Amos kept good control over his temper and said no more about the pearl to Kylis. He was anxious to see the "Heron" leave the bay without the loss being discovered. He thought it better to remain on shore and not return to the boat.
The following morning he looked across the bay from his tent, and saw the "Heron" had put out to sea. This suited his purpose, and he set out to hunt up the blacks, putting a revolver in his pocket in case it was wanted. Amos Hooker had risked his own life too often to have much regard for the lives of others, and shooting an odd black or two would not trouble his conscience. Kylis and Miah were useful to him, and he had no wish to harm them, but he meant having the black pearl, and at his own price. The divers had a good trip and were paid well, he got them the job, and it was only fair he should have the pearl.
Kylis saw him coming, and prepared for a row, he knew Amos feared him more than any other man, but possession of the black pearl was much in his favour; he said to himself he would smash it sooner than let Amos have it for a mere trifle.
"The schooner has gone," said Amos. "They have not discovered the loss of the pearl."
"They may put back when they do," replied Kylis.
"No fear of that, they are not certain we have it."
"They can form a good idea," said Miah.
"Look here," replied Amos, "you had better dry up, you are out of this deal."
"Am I, ask him?" he said, pointing to Kylis, "we talked it over during the night, and I am to have my share."
"It won't be a large cut in," replied Amos.
"If you are fair and square, you shall have it," said Kylis. "I want some money down, and more when it is sold."
"How much do you want?"
"Twenty pounds each," said Kylis.
Amos swore they should have no such sum. "Forty pounds!" he exclaimed, "I may not get that for the pearl."
"You'll get a big lump for it," said Kylis.
"Hand it over and let me look at it."
The black laughed, and shook his head.
"Where is it?" asked Amos.
"Safe, you cannot find it."
"I have not come here to kick up a row, but I mean to handle that pearl; if you do not give it me I'll drive you out of the settlement; I can easily do it, most of them would rather have your room than your company."
"Much good it would do you," replied Kylis, "because the pearl would go with us."
"Will you hand it over?"
"For twenty pounds each, and twenty more when you sell it."
"I'll not give it. Hand it over," said Amos, savagely, drawing his revolver.
"If you shoot you will never find it," said Kylis.
Amos levelled the weapon at him, and Miah slunk back to the other side of the tent.
Kylis did not quail, he was certain Amos would not shoot.
"If you don't put the revolver down I'll smash the pearl," said the black.
Amos lowered it and said, with an evil scowl—
"I have not so much money, I cannot give it you now. Listen to me. You cannot sell the pearl, I can, what is the good of keeping it?"
Kylis knew this was correct. Amos had a far better chance of disposing of it than they had.
"What will you give us?" asked Kylis.
"Ten pounds each, and twenty pounds each if I sell it for a good price."
Kylis called to Miah, who told him to take it.
They agreed to this, and Amos Hooker went to get the money, well satisfied with his bargain, for he had no intention of giving them any more money when he sold it.
When Amos left the tent Kylis said—
"We'll let him have it, I can get it back again."
"How?"
"Never mind. I'll have it or——"
"What?"
"I'll have his life. He's a brute."
Miah shivered, he knew Kylis would be as good as his word.
Amos came back with the money in gold, and placed it on a box.
"Now give me the pearl," he said. Kylis handed it to him, and snatched up the money.
Amos Hooker looked at the pearl for some time; he was surprised at its size and purity, he had never seen one like it before, it would be difficult to dispose of.
There was one man he might get a fair price from, Silas Filey, but he hardly knew how to approach him. Silas was acquainted with some of his past life and could make things very unpleasant for him if he chose.
He left the tent with the pearl, satisfied that he had in his possession a gem worth a thousand pounds at least. If he only ventured to Fremantle with it and offered it for open sale he would get much more; this, however, he dare not do.
How to communicate with Silas, that was the difficulty. He puzzled his brains to think how it could be done. Should he send a man from Shark's Bay to see him? There was no one he dare trust on such an errand, for although he was recognised as "the boss," he was more hated than feared, and there were none who would neglect an opportunity of benefiting themselves at his expense.
Some weeks went by, and he still had the pearl safely hidden away, and even Kylis had not been able to discover where it was concealed. Schooners from Fremantle often put into Shark's Bay, and one evening the "Swan" sailed in and anchored.
A boat came ashore from her, and a man inquired for Amos Hooker, and handed him a letter.
It was from Silas Filey, and he read it with difficulty. When he had fully understood its contents he flew into a furious passion. Silas had taken the bull by the horns with a vengeance, he knew his man and wrote accordingly. Had Barry Tuxford been at his elbow he might have gone about it in a different way, but it would not have proved so effective.
The letter stated clearly that he, Silas Filey, had definite information that Amos Hooker had in his possession a valuable black pearl, which had been stolen from Jack Redland, on board the schooner "Heron," by a black diver named Kylis. This diver had been sent out with the schooner to the pearl fisheries, in company with another black, named Miah, for the express purpose of committing a robbery, the proceeds of which were to be handed over to Amos Hooker.
Having given him a shock that he knew would stagger him, Silas went on to write—
"The black pearl must be handed over to the man who gives you this letter, or the consequences will be serious. The case of the 'Mary Hatchett' has not been forgotten in Fremantle, and there is such a thing as being placed on trial for murder on the high seas. I know you and your little games, Amos Hooker, and there is one of your intended victims here now, who would be only too glad to give evidence against you. The black steward of the 'Mary Hatchett' escaped, and he, too, is here, ready to swear your life away. There is an open warrant for your arrest out, and an officer on board the 'Swan' has it in his possession. He does not know you are at Shark's Bay, but if you do not give up the pearl my man has another letter which he will deliver to him; you can, no doubt, guess what its contents are. Hand over the pearl without any fuss and you shall receive one hundred pounds down and not a penny more. If you are wise you will do as I ask."
Amos Hooker glanced at the man who handed him the letter, he would have been glad to strangle him. He was in a tumult of rage and walked away to think over the letter and try and control himself.
"How long shall you be?" shouted the man. "We cannot wait here."
"I'll be back in half an hour," said Amos.
"Mind you bring it with you," was the reply.
"He knows all about it," thought Amos, and then, with a sudden fear, he muttered—
"He may be the man with the warrant. No, that's not likely, he'd remain on board. A hundred pounds for a pearl worth thousands, it's shameful."
He gave no thought to the manner in which it came into his possession, he grudged parting with it for such a paltry sum. It was, however, the best thing to do, in fact the only way. He would clear eighty pounds, which was better than nothing, and at the same time secure a powerful friend in Silas Filey, who might be very useful at another time if he chose. There was no help for it, no way out of the trap Silas had laid for him. That old affair of the "Mary Hatchett," if stirred up, would prove very bad for him, it might mean a halter round his neck, and there was a man on the "Swan" empowered to take him into custody.
He took the black pearl from its hiding place, and handled it fondly. What cursed luck it was to have to part with it in this way. No doubt Silas had been set on by Barry Tuxford to get the pearl back, it was a smart move on his part. He walked slowly back, and when he reached the boat, called the man on one side.
"You are to hand over a hundred pounds to me."
"In exchange for a black pearl, which has been described to me, and which I must see."
"Here it is."
The man examined it carefully, and was apparently satisfied with his scrutiny.
"Here is the money," he said, giving Amos a small, heavy bag. "You can count it if you like, but it is quite correct."
"It's a barefaced robbery, I have been forced into it," said Amos, in a rage.
The man laughed, as he replied—
"The robbery is on the wrong side this time, you are the victim."
Amos Hooker showered curses upon him as the boat put off for the schooner, with the precious pearl in the man's keeping.
Kylis came down to him, and Amos said—
"I have sold the pearl, here is the money," and he jangled the bag.
"How much?"
"One hundred pounds."
"You are a fool," said the black, savagely. "It is worth many hundreds."
"Which I could not get."
"We must have our share."
"Not a fraction," said Amos.
Contrary to his expectation the black walked away, and the evil look in his eyes caused Amos some uneasiness.
He shook off the feeling, and went to his tent, which was at the furthest end of the camp, away from that of the blacks.
He counted the gold, it was correct, one hundred pounds, neither more nor less. Hiding it under his bed he lay down to rest, intending to be up early in the morning and secure a safe place for it.
Kylis returned to his tent in a sullen mood, and Miah knew he was best left alone.
In the middle of the night the black stole out of the tent, leaving Miah asleep. He knew his way almost as well in the dark as by daylight. Keeping well to the rear of the camp he approached the tent of Amos Hooker noiselessly, carrying in his hand a big pearling knife. Lying on the ground he listened intently, but heard no sound. Crawling snake-like round the canvas he came to the opening, where he again stopped, listening. He peered into the darkness, but saw nothing. Crawling inside he felt his way cautiously, the slightest noise might rouse his intended victim.
His hand felt the rough mattress on which Amos Hooker lay. Kylis stood up, motionless, then bending down he found out how he lay by his breathing. His eyes were becoming accustomed to the darkness, and he saw a faint outline of Hooker's form.
Suddenly, quickly, with a panther-like spring, Kylis was on top of the sleeping man. His strong left hand felt for the throat, and caught it in a grip of iron; the black raised his right hand and struck home at his victim's heart. A faint gurgling sound was heard, a convulsive shudder, and then Amos Hooker lay still for ever.
Kylis crawled about the tent hunting for the bag of gold. He dragged the body off the bed, pulled it over, and in another minute had the bag in his hand. He made his way out of the tent and disappeared in the darkness.