The old man chuckled. “But I mean other money.”
“What other money?”
“The money for keeping your secret about the man you shot!”
George Armstrong jumped to his feet. “You’re crazy! I shot no man.”
The witch doctor also was on his feet. “But you did, Senor, I saw you! I don’t blame you for what you did. The fellow saw you coming from here and he might have been suspicious. I, also, would have killed him, but you did the job for me. And now you will pay me for keeping the secret.”
The witch doctor’s words seemed to madden the manager of the Royal Palm Plantation. Straight at the old man’s throat he sprang. They fought like wild animals. The witch doctor, for all his frailness, possessed enormous strength.
Suddenly Hernandez caught Condon’s arm: “Look! Down the trail!” he whispered.
Condon looked. Then he gasped in amazement. The trail was filled, as far as he could see, with men.