Part 41 (2/2)

Kelly never left her brother's side: constantly checking Frank's vital signs and adjusting his b.l.o.o.d.y bandages as they walked. Her face remained ashen in the starlight, her eyes scared and exhausted. When she wasn't act-ing as his doctor, she simply held Frank's hand, just a sister at these moments, clearly trying to will him her own strength.

The only blessing was that the morphine and sedatives were keeping the wounded man in a doped drowse, though he would occasionally moan. Each time this happened, Kelly would tense and her face would twist as if the pain were her own, which Nate suspected was partly true. She clearly suffered as much as her twin brother.

”Attention!” Kostos called from up front. ”We're changing direction:”

Nate peered ahead. All night they had been trudging along the hard-packed soil where the jungle met the rocky escarpment of the cliffs. He now watched their guide cross the escarpment toward one of the many shattered cracks in the cliff face. It ran from top to bottom, as wide as a two-car garage.

The tribesman stepped to the entrance, turned back to stare at them, then, without a signal or any other sign of welcome, he strode into the chasm.

”I'll check it out first,” Kostos said. The Ranger trotted ahead as they slowed their pace. He had a flashlight secured under his M-16. The light remained steady and fixed on his target. He dashed to the side of the crack's entrance, took a breath, then twisted to s.h.i.+ne his light down it. He remained fixed in this position for several sec-onds, then waved them over with one arm, maintaining his post. ”It's a side chute! A steep one:'

The group converged upon the Ranger.

Nate squinted up its length. The crack extended the full height of the cliff, open at the top to let starlight s.h.i.+ne down it. The way was quite steep, but there appeared to be crude steps climbing the chute.

Professor Kouwe pointed. ”It looks like there might be another canyon or valley beyond this one:”

Anna Fong stood beside him. ”Or perhaps it's a switchback of this same canyon, a shortcut to the upper level.”

In the distance, the lone tribesman climbed the stone steps, seemingly unconcerned whether they followed or not. But his nonchalance was not shared by all. Behind them, the jaguar pack drew closer, growling and whining.

”I say we need to make a decision,” Camera said.

Kostos frowned at the tall walls that framed the crude staircase. ”It could be a trap, an ambush:”

Zane took a step toward the chute. ”We're already in a trap, Sergeant. I for one prefer to take my chances with the unknown than with what lies behind us:”

No one argued. The memory of the deaths of Warczak and Waxman remained fresh and b.l.o.o.d.y.

Kostos moved on ahead of Zane. ”Let's go. Keep alert:”

The chute was wide enough that Manny and Nate could walk side by side, the stretcher between them.

This made mounting the steep stairs a bit easier. Still, the climb was daunting.

Olin moved down to them. ”Do either of you need to be relieved?”

Manny grimaced. ”I can last a little longer.”

Nate nodded, agreeing.

So they began the long climb. As they progressed, Nate and Manny were soon lagging behind the others. Kelly kept near them, her face wor-ried. Camera maintained the rear guard.

Nate's knees ached, his thighs burned, and his shoulders knotted with exhaustion. But he kept on. ”It can't be much farther,” he said aloud, more to himself then anyone else.

”I hope not,” Kelly said.

”He's strong,” Manny said, nodding to Frank.

”Strong will only get you so far,” she answered. ”He'll pull through this,” Nate a.s.sured her. ”He's got his lucky Red Sox cap, doesn't he?”

Kelly sighed. ”He loves that old thing. Did you know he was a short-stop for a farm club? Triple A division:” Her voice lowered to a strained whisper. ”My father was so proud. We all were. There was even talk of Frank going into the majors. Then he got in a skiing accident, screwed up his knee. It ended his career.”

Manny grunted in surprise. ”And that's his lucky hat?”

Kelly brushed the cap's brim, a trace of a smile on her lips. ”For three seasons, he played a game he loved with all his heart. Even after the acci-dent, he was never bitter. He felt himself the luckiest man in the world:”

Nate stared down at the cap, envying Frank his moment in the sun. Had life ever been that simple for him? Maybe the man's cap was indeed lucky. And right now, they needed all the luck they could get.

Camera interrupted their reminiscing. ”The jaguars . . . they've stopped following us.”

Nate glanced down the stairs. One of the giant cats stood at the entrance. It was the female leader of the pack. She paced back and forth below. Tor-tor stared down at her, eyes flas.h.i.+ng. The female stared at the smaller cat for a moment-then, in a shadowy blur, she fled back into the jungle.

”The lower valley must be the pack's territory,” Manny said. ”Another line of defense:”

”But what are they protecting?” Camera asked.

A call sounded from up ahead. It was Sergeant Kostos. He had stopped ten steps from the end of the chasm and waved them to join him.

As the group gathered, the eastern skies brightened with dawn. Beyond the stepped chute, a valley opened, thick with dense vegetation and towering trees. Somewhere a stream babbled brightly, and in the dis-tance, a waterfall grumbled.

”The Ban-ali lands,” Professor Kouwe said.

Olin approached Manny and Nate. He reached for the stretcher. ”We'll take over from here:”

Nate was surprised to see Richard Zane at the Russian's side. But Nate didn't complain. They pa.s.sed the stretcher to the new bearers. Relieved of the weight, Nate felt a hundred pounds lighter. His arms felt like they wanted to float up.

He and Manny climbed up to Kostos.

”The Indian disappeared,” the sergeant grumbled.

Nate saw that the tribesman had indeed vanished. ”Even so, we know where we have to go:”

”We should wait until the sun's fully up;” Kostos said.

Manny frowned. ”The Ban-ali have been tracking us since we first set out into the jungles . . . night and day. Whether the sun is up or not, we won't see a single soul unless they want us to:” ”Besides;” Nate said, ”we have a man down. The sooner we reach a vil-lage or whatever, the better Frank's chances. I say we forge on:”

Kostos sighed, then nodded. ”Okay, but keep together:”

The sergeant straightened and led the way from there.

With each step, the new day grew brighter. Sunrise in the Amazon was often sudden. Overhead, the stars were swallowed in the spreading rosy glow of dawn. The cloudless sky promised a hot day to come.

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