H. Bedford-Jones

“ The scene along the beach, where each morning a dozen or two bodies were washed out to the sharks, beggared description; the Beverly men were no worse off than other parties. With food, drink, medicines, Dick Hampton and others who were sound fell to work among the sick, injected some atoms of order and decency into the miserable shelters of blankets and old garments, and finally moved the entire company to a spot farther down the beach where the sand was at least a trifle cleaner. ”

“ Disappointed in this, Hampton rose, for he meant to waste no time getting in touch with some of the Beverly company men; so, bidding d'Aquila adios, he returned to the street with Job Warlock, and they began to make inquiries from the obvious Americans sauntering past.
They discovered that their search must depend upon luck alone. The various companies reaching Panama tried to keep together, but it was impossible. ”

“ A lot of the other men have helped us, but most of them don't care. Now we can get back home—man, this is too good to be true! Thank the good Lord for you, Dick Hampton.”
Hampton took Johnson's arm and turned back toward the plaza.
“Here, I have ready money,” he said quietly. “While you're getting one of those drafts cashed, if you can do so, I'll be buying up some stuff and engaging a carrier. We'd better take a load down to camp. And tonight I'll be able to give you proof, Johnson, that I was innocent of the murder of Jed Barnes. Dias was the guilty man—James Day.” ”