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natives that it is all bosh. But they insist it's all true, and stay away--and loss of man power means loss of money they both need this year. Both of them think the stories are just the usual Bogobo exaggerations." Terry thought Cochran not quite convinced: "What do you think?" "I? Oh, I don't know. It's hard to swallow the stories--man-eating snakes and crocodiles sound all right on the lips of the old Spaniards but where our flag flies things seem to sober down. Yet I've usually found that back of all these Bogobo tales there is an element of truth: and two years ago when I was clearing my place I shot an eighteen-foot python. Stumbled on it sleeping--glad it was!" The evening monsoon had set in, rippling the surface of the sea and humming its cooling refrain through the rigging. Casey yawned heavily and went below to seek the planter's early sleep. Cochran remained with Terry for a half-hour, enlightening him with a running talk of the problems confronting the planters. He was well educated, progressive, and backed by ample family means had developed the best holding in the Gulf. He told Terry that on this trip he had succeeded in persuading thirty timid Visayan families to settle upon his plantation despite their native fear of all things Mindanaoan, and that his profits for the year would return him sixty per cent of the capital he had invested in his place. "You will soon understand conditions, Lieutenant," he declared as he rose to go below. "Most of the planters need labor, and they need capital." He threw his cigar butt over the rail, debating the ethics of uttering what might be thought a criticism of his associates. "And they need farming intelligence most--too many of them were army men or government men before coming down here, yet they tackle a highly specialized form of tropical agriculture with utter confidence! They aren't farmers--they're just heroes!" He half-turned to go, hesitated: "Lieutenant, you're going to like it down here--because we're going to like you. Now, of course it's none of my business, but if I were you I would keep away from Sears' place--he will make his threat good. He has it in him to become a pretty bad man--but as I say, it's none of my business. Goodnight, sir." After Cochran had gone, Terry, sleepless, slowly walked the gently rolling deck. Ledesma stood at the rail near the forward lifeboat gazing into the soft shadows which shrouded the muttering ship. At Te
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