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finally decided to show itself.”
    “Actually it didn’t really show itself. It’s inside the reef.” Tag lifted the last object out of the bag. “This medallion was down there too. Ghost had a little accident and we didn’t get to search as long as we wanted, but we figure there’s lots more where this came from. We’ll try to go back down tomorrow.”
    Gamell picked up the gold medallion and fingered the crest on the front. He turned it over. On the back were the initials
B.D.C
. “This is just what you need to apply for a license to bring the rest of the stuff up. Here’s proof it’s definitely
El Patrón
. The admiral left his calling card.
B.D.C
.—Admiral Bartolomé de Campos. This good-luck charm must have belonged to him. Now you can have the site registered so that none of the so-called experts can steal it out from under you.”
    Tag zipped up the bag and slung it over hisshoulder. “Will you take care of the paperwork for us, Gamell? And, if it’s all right, we’d like to keep what we’ve found so far in your safe. We’re having a little trouble with some of the St. David’s crowd right now and we don’t want it to fall into the wrong hands.”
    “What kind of trouble? Bush?”
    “Some. They hurt Ghost and they’re using voodoo to try and scare us.”
    The old man held up his finger. “You wait here.” He disappeared through the curtain. In a few moments he was back. “Here.” He handed them a paper sack.
    Tag looked inside and frowned. “Feathers and chicken bones?”
    “I know it sounds silly, but if they really know their black magic, they’ll be scared to death of these. Stick them in front of your house, boat, everywhere. They won’t mess with you.”

C HAPTER 12
    That afternoon Tag sat on the braided rug on his living room floor looking through his father’s diary. Cowboy was stretched out on the sofa, sleeping on his stomach with his right arm folded behind him, snoring.
    The sound of several small engines broke the silence.
    “What … What was that?” Cowboy sat up and tried to focus.
    Tag looked out the window. “It was hard to tell over all the noise you were making, but it looks like we have company.”
    Cowboy moved to the window. “It’s the St. David’s creeps.”
    The same three boys had driven up on old mopeds. They stopped on the other side of the feathers Tag had stuck in the ground near the house.
    The leader called to them. “Hey, little man. How’s your doggie?”
    Tag’s face turned red. He started for the door. Cowboy caught his arm. “That’s what they want you to do. Don’t you see? Gamell was right. Those dummies are afraid of a couple of white feathers and some old bones.”
    Tag slid the window open and pointed to the feathers and chicken bones he’d hung from the edge of the roof. “Hey, we’ve got powerful magic in here. Unless you want to wind up in your mama’s stewpot tomorrow as a toad, you and your playmates better get lost.”
    Two of the boys stepped back toward the mopeds. The leader stood his ground. “You don’t scare me, little man. You can’t stay inthere forever.” He moved to his moped and started the motor. “We’ll be waiting!”
    Tag watched them ride off and dropped the curtain. “Did you make those phone calls I asked you to?”
    Cowboy nodded. “I hope this works.”
    Tag looked at his watch. “Me too. Looks like it’s time. Let’s go.”

C HAPTER 13
    “It’s getting late. Do you think they’ll show?” Cowboy sat near the motor in Tag’s boat, searching the water around them. The only other vessels were a couple of old fishing boats, and they were a half mile away.
    “When you called, you told them we wanted to trade the drugs for five hundred dollars, didn’t you?” Tag popped a peanut into his mouth.
    “That’s what you told me to say.”
    “Then don’t worry. They’ll show.”
    “You also told me to call Thomas. He said he’d be here too, but I don’t see him.”
    “He’ll be