"No doubt of it," Grady said. "Can't say I'm glad to leave, though. It was a good place."
"I still don't get it," the mate said. "We came in and found you in the agency, out cold with coca. The door was down, and arrows all over the place. Why didn't they come in and dig a knife into you?"
"Customs and taboos," Grady said. "I took a chance on it, but I was pretty sure I was right. Common sense—by their standards. Man's asleep—his ghost is walking around. If you kill him in his sleep, you free his ghost, which is very bad, very strong magic. So you have to wake him up to kill him. And they couldn't wake me up; I was full of that coca leaf, enough for a week."