river is slower now and not so dangerous. We can take a chance and keep
on going after dark.
Perhaps Nogo won't expect that. We might be able to give him the slip in
the dark."
"Is that the best you can do?" Mek chuckled. "As a plan it sounds to me
a bit like closing your eyes and hoping for the best."
"Well, if somebody could tell me where the hell we are, and what time
Jannie will arrive tomorrow, I might be able to come up with something a
bit more specific." Nicholas grinned back at him. "Until that happens, I
am flying by the seat of my pants."
All of them were tense with strung-out nerves as they paddled on into
the premature dusk beneath the thick blanket of cloud and rain. Even in
the gathering darkness the crew kept their weapons cocked and locked,
trained on either bank of the river, ready to return fire instantly.
"We must have crossed the border an hour ago," Mek called to Nicholas.
"The old sugar mill can't be far ahead."
"In the dark, how will you find it?"
"There is the remains of an old stone jetty on the bank, from which the
riverboats taking the sugar down to Khartoum used to load."
Night came down upon them abruptly, and Nicholas felt a sense of relief
as the river banks receded into the murk and the darkness hid them from
hostile eyes ashore.
As soon as it was fully dark they lashed the boats -together to prevent
them becoming separated and then let the river carry them on silently,
keeping so close in to the right hand bank that they ran aground more
than once, and some of the men had to slip over the side and push them
out into deeper water.
The stone piers of the jetty at Roseires sprang out at them
unexpectedly, and Nicholas's leading Avon slammed into them before he
could steer clear. However, the crew were ready and they jumped over the
side into chest-deep water and dragged the boat to the bank. Immediately
Mek leaped ashore and, with twenty of his men, spread out into the
overgrown canefields along the bank to secure the area and prevent a
surprise attack by Nogo's men.
There was confusion and more noise than Nicholas felt was safe as the
rest of the flotilla beached, and they began to bring the wounded ashore
and unload the cargo of ammunition cases. Nicholas piggybacked Royan to
the bank and then waded back to fetch Tessay. She was much stronger by
now. The enforced rest during the voyage down river had given her a
chance to recover, and she stood up unaided in the Avon and climbed on
to Nicholas's shoulders to be brought ashore.
Once on dry ground he let her slide down on to her own feet and asked
her quietly, "How are you feeling?"
"I will be all right now, thank you, Nicholas," He supported her for a
moment while she recovered her balance and said quickly, "I did not have
a chance to ask earlier. What about Royan's message that she asked you
to telephone from Debra Maryam? Did you get it through for her?
"Yes, of course," Tessay replied guilelessly. "I told Royan that I had
given her message to Moussad at the Egyptian Embassy. Didn't she tell
you?"
Nicholas winced as though he had taken a low punch, but he smiled and
kept his tone casual. "It must have slipped her mind. Not important,
anyway. But thanks nevertheless, Tessay."
PM-Om At that moment Mek came striding out of the darkness and spoke in
a harsh whisper. "This sounds like a camel market. Nogo will hear us
from five miles away." Quickly 3. he took command and started to
organize the shore party Once the last of the ammunition crates were
unloaded, they dragged the boats into the canefields and unscrewed the
valves that deflated the pontoons. Then they piled cane trash over them.
Still working in the dark they distributed the cargo of ammunition
crates amongst Mck's men. Sapper took a case under each arm. Nicholas
slung the radio over one shoulder and his emergency pack over the other,
and balanced on his head the case that contained Pharaoh's golden
death-mask and the Taita ushabti.
Mek sent his scouts forward to sweep the route out to the airstrip and
make certain that they did not run into an ambush. Then he took the
point and the rest of them strung out in Indian file along the rough,
overgrown track behind him. Before they had covered a mile the clouds
suddenly opened overhead, and the crescent moon and the stars showed
through and gave them enough light to make out the chimneystack of the
ruined mill against the night sky.
But even with this moonlight their progress was slow and broken ses, by
long pau for the stretcher-bearers carrying the wounded had difficulty
keeping up. By the time they reached the airstrip it was after three in
the morning and the moon had set. They stacked the ammunition cases in
the same grove of acacia trees at the end of the runway where they had
cached the pallets of dam-building equipment and the yellow tractor on
the inward journey.
Although they were all exhausted by this time, Mek set out his pickets
around the camp. The two women tended the wounded, working by the light
of a small screened fire as they used up the last of Mek's medical
supplies.
Sapper used the one electric torch whose batteries still held a charge,
and he gave Nicholas a discreet screened light while he set up the radio
and strung the aerial.
Nicholas's relief was intense when he opened the fibreglass case and
found that, despite its dunking in the Nile, the rubber gasket that
seated the lid had kept the radio dry.
When he switched on the power, the pilot light lit up. He tuned in to
the shortwave frequency and picked up the early morning commercial
transmission of Radio Nairobi.
Yvonne Chaka Chaka was singing; he liked her voice and her style. But he
quickly switched off the set so as to conserve the battery, and settled
back against the hole of the acacia tree to try and get a little rest
before daylight broke. However, sleep eluded him - his sense of betrayal
and anger were too strong.
uma Nogo watched the sun push its great fiery head out of the surface of
the Nile ahead of them. They were flying only feet above the water to
keep under the Sudanese military radar trans missions. He knew there was
a radar station at Khartoum that might be able to pick them up, even at
this range.
Relations with the Sudanese were strained, and he could expect a quick
and savage response if they discovered that he had violated their
border.
Nogo was a confused and worried man. Since the d6bdcle in the gorge of
the Dandera river everything had run strongly against him. He had lost
all his allies. Until they were gone he had not realized how heavily he
had come to rely on both Helm and von Schiller. Now he was on his own
and he had already made many mistakes.
But despite all this he was determined to pursue the fugitives, and to
run them down no matter how far he had to intrude into Sudanese
territory. Over the past weeks it had gradually dawned'upon Nogo, mostly
by eavesdropping on the conversations of von Schiller and the jr
Egyptian, that Harper and Mek Nimmur were in possession of treasure of
immense value. His imagination could barely asp the enormity of it, but
he had heard others speak of gr tens of millions of dollars. Even a
million dollars was a sum so vast that his mind had difficulty
assimilating it, but he I i had a vague inkling as to what it might mean
in earthly terms, of the possessions and women and luxuries it could
buy.
Equally slowly it had dawned upon him that, now that Von Schiller and