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Night of Terror by Desmond Bagley

men?” “The captain and one of the crew. The captain is the big man

you saw when we came. The other one is thin, tall. Stay away from him

he’s dangerous.” Piro rubbed the top of his head. “Dangerous?” “He’s

bad. He might fight – might kill you.” Piro shrugged. “You pay – we

find.” He dropped into his canoe with two or three of our men, and Ian

was already directing the clearing of our inboard launch which was

being swung over the side. Piro was shouting instructions in his own

language to the suddenly galvanized locals. Campbell came up from

below. “Got a gun?” he asked me.

“I won’t need a gun. I’ll tear that bastard apart.”

“Come here,” he said and took me under a light. He opened his hand and

I saw a round of ammunition in his palm. “I found that on the floor by

his bunk

– a .38 slug. Kane must have dropped it in his hurry and that means

he’s armed.” “Christ, we must stop these natives making a search,” I

said.

“We don’t want any deaths.” I turned to race on deck but he held my

arm, pushing something heavy into my hand. “Here’s a gun,” he said.

“Can you shoot?” I hung onto it tightly. “I’ll soon find out, won’t

I?”

I stuffed it into the pocket of the light anorak I was wearing.

“You’d better stay here.” “Son,”said Campbell, “I’m not as old as

that

– not yet.” I looked into his frosty eyes and said, “We’d better make

it snappy, then.” We ran up on deck and I dropped into the launch and

looked ashore. Little spots of light were moving in the darkness,

coming and going, sometimes vanishing and reappearing as the torches

were occulted by the palm trees.

“Damn, they’ve started to search.” I turned to Ian. “Kane’s armed.”

“Let’s go – I’ve got six – the rest are ashore already. They know the

score.”The engine started first time off, which was a tribute to

someone, and as we sped shorewards I said to the men around me,

“Listen, chaps, we’re looking for Geordie. If you come up against Kane

steer clear of him – Don’t push him too hard – he’s got a gun – And as

you find the natives send them back to their village.” Taffy Morgan

said, “What’s Kane done now?” “He’s killed a man,”said Campbell

coldly.

There was no more talk until the boat grounded on the beach. Piro was

waiting, his face alive with excitement in the light of a torch.

“Found ‘im,” he said laconically.

“Which one?” I asked quickly.

He gestured. “The big one – up in hut now I sighed with some

thankfulness. This must be Geordie.

“Piro, can you call your men off – stop them? They must not find the

other man – He has a gun.”

Piro made a quick sign to one of his friends, who lifted a large conch

shelf to his lips. The mournful sound boomed out, N. 0. E. _G 161 saw

the lights begin sending its note across the plantations to drift back

to the village.

“Let’s see him.” We found Geordie in one of the huts. His face was a

dreadful mess, with deep cuts and gashes across his forehead and

cheeks. Piro said, “We found ‘im in trees – asleep on groun’.” I

think he had concussion because he rambled a little, but he was able to

speak to us. He had seen Kane slipping ashore in one of the many

canoes and had followed in another. He hadn’t had time to call anyone

because he was afraid of losing Kane. He had followed as Kane skirted

the village and entered the trees and then he had been ambushed “For

God’s sake, who ambushed you?” “It – must have been Hadley. A man as

big as an elephant,” said Geordie painfully. “He stepped from behind a

tree and pushed a gun into my ribs. I didn’t expect that – I thought

Kane was on his own – and he took me by surprise – Then he made me turn

round to face him and he started to hit me.” He was trailing off but

recovered.

“With the gun. A big revolver.

It was the sight that did – this. And the bastard was laughing.

Then he hit me a couple of times on the head and I – passed out.”

He grinned weakly -“Maybe he thought he’d killed me but I have a pretty

hard head. I’m sorry I fell down on the job, Mike.” “It’s all right,

Geordie. None of us expected anything like’.

this. I’m only sorry you had to get it in the neck.”

His bloody face cracked in a grim smile. “Add it to their from account

with my finger,” he said weakly – “Give him one me.” “You’ll have to

wait your turn. There’s a queue lining up for licks at Hadley – and

Kane.” I stood up – “I think we’d better get you back to the ship.”

Two of his shocked team moved in, gentling him up and an to gather as

Piro setting off for the launch. The others beg called them to the

hut. I . spoke urgently to him. “Is there another boat here the

Pearl?” I asked. If Hadley had returned several times Piro was sure

to know his boat. Piro’s answer shocked us all, even though we were

already primed for it.

“Yes, it came ‘ere. It gone by hospital – one, two hour,” he said.

“Well I’m damned,” said Campbell. “He came through the pass behind us

– in the dark and without lights. He’s a bloody good seaman.” “That

doesn’t make me love him any more,”I said.

A man ran into the hut and spoke to Piro rapidly in his own language,

clearly distressed. Piro looked startled and gestured to me to come

outside, where he pointed into the darkness. There was a fitful

redness in the sky on the horizon.

“Hospital, he burn,” he said.

“Christ!”

The others crowded out to exclaim at the sight.

“How can we get there – fast – all of us?” I damned the Jeep, stalled

on the beach without fuel.

“Big canoe,” said Piro. “Go fast. Faster than walk.” He ran off.

I said, “Hadley’s fired the hospital!” Campbell looked at the glow in

the sky. “Is he plain crazy why did he do that?” he demanded.

“He threatened to do it. No time to tell you now. We’re going in

canoes. Piro’s gone to organize it. Now where’s Ian?” His soft

Highland voice sounded at my shoulder. “I’m here.” “Take one canoe

and go back to the Esmerelda. I want her down at the hospital as fast

as you can make it. There’s light enough – the lagoon must be safe;

you just follow the beach.

Just get her there.” He said nothing but ran off towards the beach.

Piro touched me on the arm. “Come to canoes.” Most of us could crowd

into the launch and the big canoe took the rest as well as a lot of

their own men – it held twenty of us. It was also leaky but by God it

was fast! The rowers put their backs into it and it skimmed across the

water at a great speed leaving a wake glinting with phosphorescence,

and easily keeping up with the launch.

N The three miles or so to the hospital took only twenty minutes, but

by that time we could see that the whole place was on fire. We could

see black figures running about, outlined against the flames, and I

wondered how many survivors there were. I was so intent on the scene

on shore that I didn’t see the ship. Campbell shook me by the shoulder

and pointed.

A schooner was anchored in the lagoon just off the hospital. We

wouldn’t have seen her in the darkness of that terrible night but for

the raging fire which gleamed redly on her white hull. I shouted to

Campbell, “What should we do go to the schooner or the hospital?” “The

hospital – we must save the patients.” The canoe drove onto the beach,

a little way below the hospital and we all splashed ashore and ran

towards the fire. I saw that Campbell had produced an automatic

pistol, a strange weapon with an extraordinary long, thin barrel. I

took N out the revolver he had given me and pounded onward, barely able

to keep up with the racing Commandoes. The whole hospital was burning

fiercely, the dry thatch going up like tinder and the flames streaming

to the sky in the windless night.

I ran-for the open space between two burning huts and came in sight of

the hospital’s own landing place. A boat was just moving out and I

heard the sudden sharp revving of an outboard motor over the crackle of

flames.

“They’re getting away,” I yelled, and took a shot at them.

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