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Ch. 3: Little Deal in Snide

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THE PEARL TRADER
way thence to the tangled mangrove which hid the creek, in order to tout amongst the pearlers newly come to port. They gave me scant encouragement. Tough chaps and rough they were, the Broome pearlers of those days—driftwood, dregs and spume. They distrusted me. In their jaundiced eyes this plausible fellow had only come to cheat them of their hard-earned prize. Yet every man jack amongst them with a pearl of price in his pocket was completely at sea as to its real worth. He neither knew what to ask for it nor when to close with an offer.
But this ignorance seemed to offer me a fair loophole. One morning I came amongst them armed with kindly malice.
"You mugs who know it all," I said. "You sweat and dive and fish and risk your lives every day in the week. And then when your fish is caught you don't even know its market value!" And then I added a high-falutin jargon of "explana­tion" to puzzle them and fix their attention.
"What are you gettin' at, you bloody fool?" said a hefty Irishman through discolored teeth.
"Simply this. And you can't deny it. Not a chap among you knows the value of a given piece of pearl. That's how I can help you. I'll undertake to value without fee for any of you chaps, and my valuation stands as an offer too. If none of the big bosses will give you more, then bring the stuff back to me and I'll pay the price all right. If you have any sense, and any guts, you'll know what to do!"
Well, there they stood, thinking hard and looking for the snag in my offer. But there was no snag, and at long last they realized it. That was a great day, when I put my first crimp into the men who had tried to run me out of town.
It was Syd Lang who really started the run. He was the chap whom Mac the steward had introduced to my notice as the man who stuffed his pocket with poetry books. Though to the eye he was a very plain fellow, the veriest prose in shabby binding, yet the nearness of the poets to his skin must some­how have given him compassion. He was always ready to help the underdog, if it did not cost him anything. Anyway, he was
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