Curtis pointed and said in an undertone, 'They've left a man at the boats.' He knew enough not to whisper. Nothing carries further than the sibilants of a whisper.
'Where are the others?'
'Somewhere up the hill. I heard voices.'
Stafford turned his head and gestured to Hardin who crept over. 'There's a guard on the boats,' he said. 'And Nair hasn't decoyed Brice away yet. They're still within hearing distance so they can probably see the boats.'
'Tricky,' said Hardin.
'Would the Colonel like the guard removed?' asked Curtis.
'How would you do it?'
Curtis indicated the water glimmering through the trees. 'Swimming.'
'Goddamn!' said Hardin. 'What about crocodiles?'
'I'd poison a crocodile,' said Curtis solemnly and without the trace of a smile.
'I don't know,' said Stafford uncertainly.
'I've been watching the water's edge from the ridge,' said Curtis. 'I haven't seen any crocodiles." He was already taking off his shoes.
'Well, all right.' said Stafford. 'But you go when I say; and you incapacitate – you don't kill.'
'I doubt if we'd get trouble if he did,' said Hardin. 'We've proved our point and the Kenyans aren't going to be worried about a dead South African agent.'
'Ben, that man there could be an innocent Kenyan brought along just to drive the boat. We can't take that chance.' Stafford went back to Hunt. 'When you answer keep your voice down. Any crocs in the lake ?'
Hunt nodded. 'Usually further north around the papyrus swamp.'
'And here?'
'Could be.'
Stafford frowned. 'We might be making a break for the boats in a few minutes. You follow us and your job is to get an engine started. You do that and you don't bother about anything else. We'll know when you've succeeded. And we want to take all the boats so we take two in tow.'
'I'll start the engine in my own boat,' said Hunt. 'I know it best. It's the chase boat we use when the balloon blows over the lake.'
Stafford nodded and went back to Curtis who had taken off his trousers and was flexing a leather belt in his hands. 'Where's Ben?' Curtis silently pointed up the hill to the right.
Presently Hardin came back. 'They're still yakking away up there. I couldn't get close enough to hear what they're saying.'
'Can they see the jetty from where they are?'
'I reckon so.'
That was not good, thought Stafford. Only if Nair could decoy Brice away would they stand a chance. Normally he would have sent Curtis off by now to take out the guard at a signal, but the longer he was in the water the greater the risk, and he would not do that. The only thing to do was to wait for an opportunity.
It came sooner than he expected in the form of a distant shout. He said to Curtis, 'Go! Go!' and Curtis slipped quietly into the water to disappear leaving only a lengthening trail of bubbles. There were more shouts and the man in the boat stood up to get a better view.
Stafford, lurking behind a screen of leaves, followed the direction of his gaze but saw nothing until Hardin nudged him. 'Look! Nair and Gunnarsson are on the run over there.'
Gunnarsson and Nair were sprinting desperately, angling down the slope away from the jetty with Gunnarsson in the lead, and Patterson and a black came in sight in full chase. Then Brice and Hendriks appeared. Brice threw up his arm and he and Hendriks changed direction, running down to the shore on the other side of the jetty. They all vanished from sight.
'Now!' said Stafford, and broke cover to run towards the jetty a hundred yards away, and was conscious of Hardin and Hunt behind him. The guard heard the crunch of their feet and turned in some alarm. He froze for a moment when he saw them and was about to turn back to shout for help when something seemed to tangle his feet and he toppled overboard with a splash.
Stafford ran up and jumped into the boat. He leaned over the side. 'Come on, Sergeant,' he said and took Curtis's arm to help him aboard. Hardin had seized an oar and was pushing the boat away from the jetty and from Hunt's boat there came a splutter as the engine balked. Stafford left Curtis gasping on the floor boards and was just in time to grab the painter of the third boat. He fastened it to a cleat and then had time to look around. gt;
Hunt was rewinding the starter cord on his outboard engine and Stafford said harshly, 'Get that bloody thing started.' He was thinking of Nair. Hardin had pushed off vigorously with the oar and the boats were now drifting about ten yards offshore where the guard was standing dripping wet and already raising an outcry. Stafford looked along the shore line and saw Brice and Hendriks turn to look back.
Hunt's engine caught with a stuttering roar, then settled down to an even purr. Stafford shouted, 'Further out and then go south – after Nair.' The note of the engine deepened and the small convoy increased in speed. He bent down to Curtis, 'You all right, Sergeant?'
'Yes, sir. Nothing wrong with me.'
Hardin was staring at the shore. 'Brice looks mad enough to bust a gut.'
Brice and Hendriks had stopped and were motionless, looking at the boats which were now a hundred yards away and moving parallel with the coast. Brice said something to Hendriks and they began to run again. Stafford said, 'Where are Nair and Gunnarsson?'
'Should be on the other side of that point there, if they haven't been caught.'
Stafford raised his voice and shouted to Hunt in the lead boat. 'Open that thing up! Get a bloody move on!'
Curtis had got up and was in the stern, already starting the engine of their own boat. Hardin hauled on the painter of the other boat to bring it alongside, then he jumped in. One by one the other engines started and Stafford cast off the boats so they could operate independently. He said to Curtis, 'Cut in close to the point. I'll watch for rocks.' He signalled to the others that he was taking the lead.
'Hey!' shouted Hardin, and pointed ashore, and Stafford saw that Patterson was in sight but had fallen. He tried to get up but collapsed when he put weight on his leg. Curtis grunted. 'Broke his ankle with a bit of luck, sir.'
Nair thought his lungs would burst. He risked a glance backwards and saw the black about twenty yards behind – and no one else. Ahead Gunnarsson was running steadily but slowing. Nair got enough breath to shout, 'Gunnarsson! Help!' and stopped to face his pursuer.
Luke Maiyani was taken by surprise. The prey was supposed to run, not stand and fight against odds. By the time he had come to this conclusion he was within five yards of Nair so he also came to a halt and looked back expecting to see Patterson but there was no one in sight. It was this small hesitation that cost him a broken jaw because Nair picked up a rock in his fist and when Maiyani turned to look at him again Nair swung with all the force he could. There was a crunch and Maiyani dropped in his tracks.
Nair turned and found that Gunnarsson was still running along the shore. He stood there with his chest heaving and became aware of shouting from offshore. He looked out at the lake and saw three boats coming in with Stafford in the bows of the leading boat waving vigorously. Behind, Hardin was pointing with urgency and he turned his head and saw Brice and Hendriks just rounding the point.
Without further hesitation he ran for the water and the approaching boats. He was splashing through the shallows when Hendriks pulled out a gun with a long barrel and took careful aim. There was no report but Nair staggered and fell. He rolled over in die water until it was deep enough to support him and started to swim, striking out with his arms and using one leg.
Gunnarsson's attention, too, had been attracted by the shouting. He stopped to look out into the lake and Hunt yelled, 'Swim for it!' Gunnarsson hesitated, then made up his mind as he became aware of Brice and Hendriks advancing upon him. Hunt steered closer to the shore and waved encouragingly then stopped in mid-wave.
'Oh, Christ!' he said.
As Gunnarsson ran towards the water there was a movement from behind him and a vast grey shape burst out of the trees. Hunt shouted, 'Sideways! Run to the side, Gunnarsson!' but he w
as ignored. The bull hippopotamus behind Gunnarsson was advancing at a steady yard-eating trot, running much faster than the man. It caught him just as he reached the water's edge. Hunt saw the mouth open in a cavernous gape edged with white tusks which closed in a quick snap. Then the hippo was in the lake and there was no sign of Gunnarsson except for a swirl of bloodied water.
Hunt wrenched the tiller over and opened the throttle, speeding to get between the hippopotamus and Nair who was swimming weakly. He heard no gunfire and did not know what it was that whined past him like an angry hornet to hit the outboard motor. The rapid beat of the engine faltered and then it stopped and the boat lost momentum.
Stafford's boat passed him. Stafford was standing in the bows holding an oar, and shouted, 'Get down – you're being shot at!'
'Watch for the hippo!' Hunt replied and twisted around to look for it but could not see it. But he saw a peculiar wave on the surface of the water and knew the hippopotamus was running on the bottom of the shallow lake. The displacement wave rippled towards Nair but was intercepted by Stafford's boat which lurched violently, almost throwing Stafford off his feet.
Hardin was coming in fast on the other side towards Nair as the hippo surfaced next to Stafford's boat. He raised the oar and struck at its head and as the tough, flexible wood shivered violently in his hands he knew he had got in a good blow. For a moment the hippopotamus looked at him with an unwinking eye then breathed mightily and submerged.
Curtis swung over the tiller and Stafford looked for Nair and was relieved to see Hardin helping him into the boat. A miniature fountain rose quite close to him and Stafford said to Curtis, 'For God's sake, let's get out of here.' He waved to Hardin, pointing out into the lake, as Curtis headed towards the boat in which Hunt drifted.
He slowed as they came alongside and Hunt jumped for it. Even as he jumped Curtis was opening the throttle again and swinging to head out into the lake away from shore. Stafford looked back just in time to see the boat Hunt had abandoned rise bow first and then capsize as the hippopotamus attacked it. There was a splashing and a frothing of water and then the boat had gone leaving only a few shattered timbers floating on the water.
The shore of Crescent Island receded and when they were a good half mile away Stafford said, 'Let's join Hardin and see if Nair is all right.' He looked at Hunt and said quietly, 'That was a bloody bad two minutes.'
Curtis throttled back as he came alongside Hardin and the two boats drifted placidly. Nair had slit his trousers and was examining his leg. Hardin said, 'Nair reckons he was hit in the leg, but I didn't hear any shooting.'
'It was Hendriks,' said Stafford. 'He must have had a silencer. Is it bad, Nair?'
'No, just a hole in the fleshy part of the thigh. The bullet must still be in there; there's only one hole.' He held up his right hand. 'And I broke a finger; maybe two.' He looked around. 'Where's Gunnarsson?'
'Yeah,' said Hardin. 'Where is the son of a bitch?'
'The hippo got him,' said Hunt.
'I didn't see that,' said Stafford. 'I was too busy trying to get to Nair. What happened to him?'
'It bit him in half.' Hunt shivered involuntarily.
'Jesus!' said Hardin. 'I didn't like the bastard but I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Are you sure?'
'I'm sure,' said Hunt. 'I saw it. There was a lot of blood in the water.' He looked at the sky and added dully, 'They've been known to bite crocodiles in half.'
'I'd have reckoned Gunnarsson to be tougher than any crocodile," said Hardin in a heavy attempt at jocularity, but the humour fell flat.
'We'd better get on,' said Stafford. 'Nair needs a doctor. Any other injuries?'
No one admitted to being hurt, but Curtis said mournfully, 'I left my belt back there. It was a good belt, too. Snakeskin.'
'You left more than that,' said Hardin. 'You left your pants.'
'Yes, but my Amy gave me that belt.'
There was a moment's silence before Stafford said, 'That lot are marooned back there. I think we ought to move into Ol Njorowa now.'
'Chip won't like it,' warned Nair.
'Chip doesn't know the circumstances. How much staff does the animal migration lab have, Alan?'
'I don't know,' said Hunt. 'It varies.'I didn't think there was anyone there now until I saw Patterson.'
'Then there's a good chance that it's empty,' said Stafford as though arguing with himself. 'I don't think Brice can have really got going yet. So far he's been working on a shoestring and waiting for the Hendrykxx money. This must be the best time to bust him, while he's out of the game. Sergeant; head for the shore.'
'To Safariland," said Hunt. 'I think I know of a way to get you into Ol Njorowa.'
Chapter 31
Francis Yongo was boatman at the Lake Naivasha Hotel and Francis was worried. He had promised to pick up Mr Gunnarsson from Crescent Island and he had not done so because someone had taken his boat. He talked to the crayfish fishermen by the lake and asked if they had seen it. One said he thought he had seen it going out across the lake with a number of men in it. No, he had not seen where it was going; it had been of no interest.
Dispiritedly Francis walked up to the hotel to report to the manager who spoke acidly about inconsiderate tourists and got on the telephone. An hour later he called Francis into the office. 'I've traced the boat, Francis. It's lying at Safariland -just come in. You'd better take your bike out there and pick up Mr Gunnarsson on the way back. I doubt if he'll be pleased.' He went on to fulminate about thoughtless joyriders while Francis listened patiently. He had heard it all before. Then he went to get his bicycle.
Nair leaned heavily on Stafford as he hobbled up from the dock at Safariland towards the manager's office. Stafford said, 'What went wrong back there? How did Brice catch on?'
'It was Gunnarsson,' said Nair. 'I thought it best to stick close to the truth so I told Brice I'd arrested him. That meant Gunnarsson had to be handcuffed but he wouldn't wear them; he said he wanted to be free if anything went wrong so he faked it. Then he stumbled and they fell off.'
'And that was a tip-off to Brice.' Stafford shook his head. 'In a way you could say Gunnarsson killed himself. Will you be all right, Nair?'
'As soon as you've gone I'll phone Chip, then I'll get a doctor.' He sat on one of the chairs on the lawn. 'I don't suppose I can stop you?"
'It's the right time,' said Stafford positively.
'Perhaps, but I have to convince Chip.' Nair took a bunch of keys from his pocket. 'Go to the Lake Naivasha Hotel first. There's a pistol and a spare magazine clipped under the front seat of the Mercedes.' He tossed the keys to Stafford. 'Don't use it unless you have to.'
'Thanks. The others will be waiting. I still have to find out from Hunt how we're to get into Ol Njorowa.'
It was to prove ridiculously easy. He found Hunt, Hardin and Curtis waiting for him in the car-park, standing next to Hunt's Land-Rover. Hunt pointed to the trailer attached to the rear. 'You go in there.'
'Is there room?'
'It's empty apart from a few butane bottles and the burner,' said Hunt. 'I left the envelope and the basket at Ol Njorowa when I took the burner in for repair this morning. God, but that seems a long time ago.'
'Aren't you stopped at the gate?' queried Hardin.
'I never have been. Staff members can move freely.'
'Yes, they'd have to,' said Stafford. 'There's a limit to Brice's bloody security. It would look pretty queer if the staff of an agricultural college were searched every time they went in. That reinforces my contention that whatever there is to be found will be in the animal migration laboratory. All right; let's go.'
'I'll put you right outside the door of the lab,' said Hunt. 'But I can't promise it will be unlocked.'
Hardin said, 'Just deliver us; we'll see to the rest.'
Hunt opened the trailer and Stafford, Curtis and Hardin climbed in. Hunt hesitated. 'I usually keep it locked,' he said. 'There's a deal of petty pilfering.'
'Do as you do n
ormally,' said Stafford, so Hunt locked them in, walked around the Land-Rover and drove off slowly.
Nair's police warrant card had secured him a telephone and the privacy of the manager's office. But when he spoke to Chip he had his back to the window and so did not see Francis Yongo cycle past somewhat unsteadily on his way to the dock.
Hunt stopped at the gate of Ol Njorowa, gave a blast on the horn, and waved to the guard. The gate opened and he drove through, keeping his speed down, past the Admin Block and onward to the building surmounted by the dish antenna which lay a little over half a mile further. Ahead there was a car driving equally slowly and, as he watched, it stopped outside the animal migration laboratory. A man got out, unlocked the front door, and went inside. Hunt stopped the Land-Rover and got out.
He looked about him. Everything was calm and peaceful; there were a few distant figures in the experimental plots but no one nearer. He went back to the trailer and tapped on the door. 'Stafford! Can you hear me?'
A muffled voice said, 'Yes. What is it?'
'We're near the lab. Someone just went in.'
'Let us out.'
Hunt unlocked the trailer and Stafford crawled out followed by Hardin and Curtis. They stretched, easing their cramped limbs, and Stafford looked over to the building nearby and noted the parked car. 'Who was it?'
'I don't know,' said Hunt. 'I just got a glimpse of him.'
Hardin looked up at the dish antenna. 'Science!' he said, somewhat disparagingly.
'Let's find out.' Stafford waved and the four of them walked to the front of the building. He put his hand on the handle of the door and tested it. To his surprise the door opened. 'We're in luck,' he said quietly.
He opened the door and was confronted by a blank wall three feet in front of him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and then went inside to the left along a narrow passage and emerged into a room. His hand was in his pocket resting on the butt of the gun.
There was no one in the room but there were two doors, one in the wall opposite and another to the right. There were tables and chairs and, in one corner a water cooler and a coffee machine together with an assortment of crockery. On the walls were large photographs of animals; wildebeest, hippopotamus, elephant. This he took to be the Common Room where the staff relaxed.
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