Part 35 (2/2)

Kostos had stopped pulling on the bamboo with the appearance of the caiman. No one moved.

A moan flowed from the woman in the water.

Ever so slowly the snout inched forward, rising slightly as its ma.s.sive jaws yawned open.

Kostos was forced to slowly draw Anna toward him, keeping her just a couple of feet ahead of the approaching monster.

”Careful!” Nate called.

It was like some macabre slow-motion chase . . . and they were losing.

The snout of the creature was now less than a foot from the woman, the jaws gaping open behind herhead. There was no way Anna could be pulled aboard without the creature attacking.

Someone else came to this same realization.

Corporal Graves ran across their raft and leaped over Anna's head like an Olympic long jumper.

”Graves!” Kostos yelled.

The corporal landed atop the creature's open snout, driving its jaws closed and shoving it underwater.

”Pull her aboard!” Graves hollered as he was sucked under by the caiman.

Kostos yanked Anna back to the raft and Olin helped haul her on board.

A moment later, the beast reared up out of the water, Graves still cling-ing to the top of its wide head.

The caiman thrashed, trying to dislodge its strange rider. Its jaws reared open, and a bellow of rage escaped from it.

”f.u.c.k you!” Graves said. ”This is for my brother!” Clinging fast with his legs, he yanked something from his field jacket and tossed it down the beast's gullet.

A grenade.

The ma.s.sive jaws snapped at the Ranger, but he was out of reach.

”Everybody down!” Waxman bellowed.

Graves leaped from his perch aiming for the raft, a shout on his lips. ”Chew on that, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”

Behind him, the explosion ripped through the silent swamp. The head of the caiman blew apart, shredded by shrapnel.

Graves flew through the air, a roar of triumph flowing from his lips.

Then up from the depths shot the other caiman. Jaws wide, it lunged at the flying corporal, s.n.a.t.c.hing him out of midair, like a dog catching a tossed ball, then crashed away, taking its prey with it. It had all happened in seconds.

The bulk of the slain caiman slowly rose to the surface of the lake, belly up, exposing the gray and yellow scaling of its underside.

The slack body of the huge creature was nudged from below. Ripples slowly circled it as the large beast was examined by the survivor.

”Maybe it'll leave,” Frank said. ”Maybe the other's death will spook it away.”

Kelly knew this wouldn't happen. These creatures had to be hundreds and hundreds of years old. Matesfor life, the only pair of its kind sharing this ecosystem.

The ripples faded. The lake grew quiet again.

Everyone kept eyes fixed on the waters around them, holding their breath or wheezing tensely. Minutes stretched. The sun baked everyone.

”Where did it go?” Zane whispered, hovering beside his ashen col-league. Anna, soaked and terrified, just trembled.

”Maybe it did leave,” Frank mumbled.

The trio of rafts, rudderless, slowly drifted alongside the bulk of the dead monster. Nate's boat was on the far side of the body. Kelly met his eye. He nodded, trying to convey calm a.s.surance, but even the experienced jungle man looked scared. Behind him, the jaguar crouched beside its master, hackles raised.

Frank s.h.i.+fted his legs slightly. ”It must have fled. Maybe-”

Kelly sensed it a moment before it struck: a sudden welling of the water under their raft. ”Hang on!”

”What ”

The raft exploded under them-not just b.u.mped up, but driven sky-ward. Shattering up from the center of the raft jammed the ma.s.sive armored snout of the angered caiman.

Kelly flew, tumbling through the air. She caught glimpses of the others falling amid the rain of bamboo and packs. ”Frank!” Her brother splashed on the far side of the monster.

Then she hit the water-hard, on her stomach. The wind was knocked out of her. She spluttered up, remembering Nate's warning to remain as still as possible. She glanced up in time to see a chunk of the raft's log dropping through the air toward her face.

Dodging, she missed a fatal blow, but the edge of the flying log clipped the side of her head. She collapsed backward, driven underwater, darkness swallowing her away.

From the far side of the dead caiman's bulk, Nate watched Kelly get hit by debris and go under-dead or unconscious, he didn't know. All around the ruined raft, people, packs, and bits of debris floated. ”Float as still as possible!” Nate called out, frantically searching for what had happened to Kelly.

The caiman had vanished underwater again.

”Kelly!” Frank called.

His sister bobbed to the surface on the far side of the debris field. She was facedown in the water, limp.

Nate hesitated.Was she dead? Then he saw one arm move, flailing weakly.Alive! But for how long? As dazed as she was by the blow, she risked drowning. ”d.a.m.n it!” He searched for some plan, some way to rescue her. Just beyond her body was one of the small hummocks of land with a single large mangrove tree sprouting up from it. Its thick trunk sprang from a tangle of exposed b.u.t.tress roots, then fanned out into a branched canopy hanging over the waters.

If Kelly could reach there . . .

A shout arose from the waters, drawing back his attention. The caiman's head appeared, rising like a submarine amid the debris. A large eye studied its surroundings. Shots were fired toward it, but it remained low in the water, blocked by the debris and the people. Then it sank quickly away.

Frank finally spotted his sister. ”Oh, G.o.d . . . Kelly!” He turned, ready to swim to her aid.

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