"Barry, I must have a serious talk with you," said Jack¹.  
"All serene², fire away. That blessed doctor has been at you, I can see it in your face," he replied with a smile.
 
"You are ill, it is no use trying to hide it. Because you have never been laid up before you fancy it will go on all right till the end of time, but it won't. You must rest. All your life you have been a hard worker, and now you are run down."
 
"How the deuce can I rest with these mines on our hands? It is too good a thing to leave go of now we have got the grip. Wait until I have settled this business and then I am your man."
 
"How long will it take?" asked Jack.
 
"Perhaps one year, perhaps two, it may be longer."
 
"And before then it will not matter to you whether you are rich or poor, money will be of no use to you."
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"What I say, money is of no use to a dead man."
 
Barry started and his face went a shade paler.
 
"Doctors are fools," he said.
 
"Patients who disobey their orders can be placed in that category," said Jack.
 
"But I cannot give this thing up yet, Jack, it's not fair either to you or me."
 
"Then it will give you up, and as for myself I would sooner have to start fresh than see any harm befall you."
 
Barry's face softened³. Seldom in his tumultuous life had he heard a friend speak in this strain.
 
"I have a suggestion to make," said Jack. "Float the claims into a company. We can get as much as we want out of the concern in cash and hold the bulk of the shares. A responsible manager can look after things and take all the responsibility off your shoulders."
 
Barry laughed as he replied—
 
"That means allowing others to reap what we have sown."
 
"To get in some portion of the crop, I acknowledge," replied Jack, "but the bulk of the harvest will be ours."
 
"And supposing I agree, what shall we do?"
 
"Go to England. You promised to take a trip with me when I returned, and I know you will keep your promise. Moreover, in the event of a certain interesting ceremony taking place you promised to be best man. You cannot back down, and I am going home as soon as I can fix things up here."
 
Jack suddenly thought of the letter he had recently received with Winifred's message to Barry. He had it in his pocket-book, and taking it out handed it to Barry, saying—
 
"I am sure you will not refuse when you have read it."
 
Winifred's message was couched in terms she knew well how to use in conveying thanks to such a man and it also gave a cordial invitation from Sir Lester to visit The Downs, if ever he came to England.
 
"She's a real downright stunner," said Barry. "A splendid girl, there are not many like her."
 
"They are few and far between," answered Jack, proudly. "You cannot refuse now."
 
"It's a plot," said Barry, "to carry me off. Jack, you are a brigand⁴ chief."
 
"And your ransom⁵ will be a large one, once I get you in my clutches," he replied, laughing.
 
Eventually Barry agreed to accompany Jack Redland home, but he stipulated⁶ that they must not start until everything was in working order.
 
"We must leave nothing to chance," he said, "there is too much at stake."
 
About a month later the pearling schooners⁷ arrived at Fremantle, and Harry⁸ Marton reported a prosperous trip. He was pleased beyond measure to meet Jack again and to hear of his good fortune. There was much to tell on both sides, and Harry thoroughly⁹ approved of his friend's action in inducing Barry Tuxford to take a holiday.
 
"Anyone can see he is wearing himself out," said Harry, "and a rest will do him good; I am sure he deserves it."
 
"And what about yourself?" asked Jack.
 
"I shall remain here," replied Harry. "I have no ties to draw me home, and I have a bit of news to tell you, Jack."
 
"What is it?"
 
"I have asked my little girl to come out and risk matrimony, and she has consented. She's on her way, I believe, with our old friend Captain Seagrave, of the "Falcon¹⁰."
 
"Bravo Harry," said Jack. "So you mean to make your home here?"
 
"Such is my intention, and thanks to our good friend Barry, the future seems assured. He wishes me to act as his general manager, whatever that may mean, and has promised me a share in all his ventures."
 
"I feel I owe my good fortune to you," said Jack. "I should never have known Barry Tuxford had it not been for you. When does the "Falcon" arrive? Does she come to Fremantle?"
 
"Yes, and ought to be here, I believe, in a few weeks."
 
"It would not be a bad idea to go home in her," said Jack.
 
"I am sure Barry would prefer her to one of the mail boats," replied Harry.
 
When the result of the pearling expedition was reckoned up, it was found that a profit of several thousand pounds had been made, and Captain Danks, Captain Hake, and Jacob Rank, were satisfied with their work.
 
Silas Filey turned up in due course from Shark's Bay, bringing the news of the murder of Amos Hooker.
 
"I'll bet a hundred that black devil, Kylis, did it," said Barry.
 
"He disappeared from the settlement," said Silas, "and has never returned."
 
"He's here, in Perth," said Barry.
 
"Then let him alone, Amos Hooker was a shocking bad lot," said Silas. He then told them by what means he secured the black pearl and expressed a keen desire to buy it.
 
"It is not for sale," said Barry. "What do you value it at for purposes of division?"
 
"About two thousand pounds," said Silas.
 
"Too much," Barry whispered to Jack.
 
"Not at all," he replied. "I shall be glad to get it at that price, less my share."
 
Sil............