Reginald Wright Kauffman

“ It grasped the weapon that the peon was already struggling to draw. The Domingan's arms relaxed and came back mightily; he had the advantage of being braced against the inner wall and now, with unexpected power, he sought to push Dan away and so gain the chance to free the machete.
They wrestled in silence. Now they were locked in a panting embrace; again the peon wenched at his knife, and Stone strove to drag it away. Each fought with every muscle, used every ounce of strength.
A fear lest the peon should shout for help appalled Dan. Against that help, Stone would be defenseless. ”

“ Slowly and dazedly Dan struggled partially up right. He pulled himself, by the stone bars, to his knees and, still breathing hard, looked over the rail. The man who a moment since had been fighting so desperately lay very still below him.
Dan lowered himself from the balcony and dropped to the chapel floor. The Domingan was quite unconscious, but alive. Indeed, a rapid examination showed a fractured leg and a broken arm —the arm that had held the machete—but the man was not fatally hurt. ”

“ His voice rang shrilly through the dismantled chapel. “No more sneaking tricks from you whenever the master goes away! No more treachery, my friend. I've been watching for just such treachery.” He laughed aloud. “You'll be the third to die here. ”