ho gave his name as Azid Hajullah. We have not
been able to find out any more about him."

Lacson rose, to get a message off about the boat, but Rick stopped him
and quickly outlined his conclusion about the headman, and Chahda's trip
to the Bagobo village.

The major scratched his cheek thoughtfully. "It is just possible you are
right," he said at last. "I myself noted that the old man was not at
ease, but I attributed it to the presence of strange Americans, plus my
own official status. Many primitive peoples are shy in the presence of
authority. However, I agree the headman may have overdone it somewhat.
We will see. I will phone you when I have news of the boat, and perhaps
you will let me know when you hear from this Indian friend of yours."

The morning dragged on after Lacson's departure. The three walked the
streets of Davao and found it to be quite a modern city with two
newspapers, a radio station, and some good stores. Both Rick and Scotty
had the feeling that they were being watched, but the most careful
observation failed to uncover a tail.

Nevertheless, the boys were certain their movements were known to
someone. If only they could discover the invisible watcher, Rick
thought, and squeeze some information out of him....

The tropical sun grew hot as the day progressed, and the three returned
to the hotel and sat in the small dining room over cold limeades and
chilled mango. Rick had kept the Megabuck earphone in place all morning,
and as he started to order another mango, Chahda's voice sounded in his
ear. "Rick, you there?"

"Here," he replied swiftly. "Go ahead."

"Got recording. I think you plenty on ball, Rick. Headman lied like
champ. Meet you hotel room right away. I just driving up. What number
room?"

Rick told the Hindu boy and signed off. He turned to the others. "Let's
go. Chahda's got something!"

They hurried to their room, and Zircon at once placed a call to Lacson.
The constabulary office replied that the major was en route to the hotel
and should be there in a few minutes.

Chahda burst into their room. The Hindu boy was grinning from ear to
ear. He took the tiny recorder from his pocket and handed it to Zircon.
"Plenty hot, you bet. Can I have drink, please?"

Scotty picked up the telephone and ordered him a double limeade with
plenty of ice.

"Much thanks, Scotty. Well, this morning at dawn we merchants go to
Bagobo village. Sell plenty cloths, too. You know some Bagobos s