Yet now, when I had actually accomplished this, what must be my next step?
Nothing less potent than either fear, or force, would ever make Kirby disgorge.

Quite evidently the gambler had deliberately set out to ruin the planter, to rob him of every dollar.

Even at the last moment he had coldly insisted on receiving a bill of sale so worded as to leave no possible loophole.

He demanded all.

The death of the Judge, of course, had not been contemplated, but this in no way changed the result.