What about Peabody?
The luggage was thrown forward on to both of us. Hes half buried under it. I tried to get him free but I couldnt.
OHara passed this on to Forester. Rohde was kneeling by Montes, trying to bring him round. Forester hesitated, then said, Now weve got some weight at this end it might be safe for me to go back.
OHara said, Tread lightly.
Forester gave a mirthless grin and went back through the door. He looked at Miss Ponsky. She was sitting rigid, her arms clutched tightly about her, her eyes staring unblinkingly at nothing. He ignored her and began to heave suitcases from the top of Peabody, being careful to stow them in the front seats. Peabody stirred and Forester shook him into consciousness, and as soon as he seemed to be able to understand, said, Go into the cockpit the cockpit, you understand,
Peabody nodded blearily and Forester stepped a little farther aft. Christ Almighty! he whispered, shocked at what he saw.
Coughlin was a bloody pulp. The cargo had shifted in the smash and had come forward, crushing the two back seats. Mrs Coughlin was still alive but both her legs had been cut off just below the knee. It was only because she had been leaning forward to comfort Miss Ponsky that she hadnt been killed like her husband.
Forester felt something touch his back and turned. It was Peabody moving aft. I said the cockpit, you damned fool, shouted Forester.
I wanna get outa here, mumbled Peabody. I wanna get out. The doors back there.
Forester wasted no time in argument. Abruptly he jabbed at Peabodys stomach and then brought his clenched fists down at the nape of his neck as he bent over gasping, knocking him cold. He dragged him forward to the door and said to Rohde, Take care of this fool. If he causes trouble, knock him on the head.
He went back and took Miss Ponsky by the arm. Come, he said gently.
She rose and followed him like a somnambulist and he led her right into the cockpit and delivered her to OHara. Montes was now conscious and would be ready to move soon.
As soon as OHara reappeared Forester said, I dont think the old lady back there will make it.
Get her out, said OHara tightly. For Gods sake, get her out.
So Forester went back. He didnt know whether Mrs Coughlin was alive or dead; her body was still warm, however, so he picked her up in his arms. Blood was still spurting from her shattered shins, and when he stepped into the cockpit Rohde drew in his breath with a hiss. On the seat, he said. She needs tourniquets now immediately.
He took off his jacket and then his shirt and began to rip the shirt into strips, saying to Forester curtly, Get the old man out.
Forester and OHara helped Montes through the windscreen and then Forester turned and regarded Rohde, noting the goose-pimples on his back. Clothing, he said to OHara. Well need warm clothing. Itll be bad up here by nightfall.
Hell! said OHara. Thats adding to the risk. I dont
He is right, said Rohde without turning his head. If we do not have clothing we will all be dead by morning.
All right, said OHara. Are you willing to take the risk?
Ill chance it, said Forester.
Ill get these people on the ground first, said OHara. But while youre at it get the maps. There are some air charts of the area in the pocket next to my seat.
Rohde grunted. Ill get those.
OHara got the people from the top of the fuselage to the ground and Forester began to bring suitcases into the cockpit. Unceremoniously he heaved Peabody through the windscreen and equally carelessly OHara dropped him to the ground, where he lay sprawling. Then Rohde handed through the unconscious Mrs Coughlin and OHara was surprised at her lightness. Rohde climbed out and, taking her in his arms, jumped to the ground, cushioning the shock for her.
Forester began to hand out suitcases and OHara tossed them indiscriminately. Some burst open, but most survived the fall intact.
The Dakota lurched.
Forester, yelled OHara. Come out.
Theres still some more.
Get out, you idiot, OHara bawled. Shes going.
He grabbed Foresters arms and hauled him out bodily and let him go thumping to the ground. Then he jumped himself and, as he did so, the nose rose straight into the air and the plane slid over the edge of the cliff with a grinding noise and in a cloud of dust. It crashed down two hundred feet and there was a long dying rumble and then silence.
OHara looked at the silent people about him, then turned his eyes to the harsh and savage mountains which surrounded them. He shivered with cold as he felt the keen wind which blew from the snowfields, and then shivered for a different reason as he locked eyes with Forester. They both knew that the odds against survival were heavy and that it was probable that the escape from the Dakota was merely the prelude to a more protracted death.
VIII
Now, lets hear all this from the beginning, said Forester.
They had moved into the nearest of the cabins. It proved bare but weatherproof, and there was a fireplace in which Armstrong had made a fire, using wood which Willis had brought from another cabin. Montes was lying in a corner being looked after by his niece, and Peabody was nursing a hangover and looking daggers at Forester.
Miss Ponsky had recovered remarkably from the rigidity of fright. When she had been dropped to the ground she had collapsed, digging her fingers into the frozen gravel in an ecstasy of relief. OHara judged she would never have the guts to enter an aeroplane ever again in her life. But now she was showing remarkable aptitude for sick nursing, helping Rohde to care for Mrs Coughlin.
Now there was a character, thought OHara; Rohde was a man of unsuspected depths. Although he was not a medical man, he had a good working knowledge of practical medicine which was now invaluable. OHara had immediately turned to Willis for help with Mrs Coughlin, but Willis had said, Sorry, Im a physicist not a physician.
Dr Armstrong? OHara had appealed.
Regretfully Armstrong had also shaken his head. Im a historian.
So Rohde had taken over the non-doctor with the medical background and the man with the gun.
OHara turned his attention to Forester. All right, he said. This is the way it was,
He told everything that had happened, right back from the take-off in San Croce, dredging from his memory everything Grivas had said. I think he went off his head, he concluded.
Forester frowned. No, it was planned, he contradicted. And lunacy isnt planned. Grivas knew this airstrip and he knew the course to take. You say he was at San Croce airfield when the Samair plane was grounded?
Thats right I thought it was a bit odd at the time. I mean, it was out of character for Grivas to be haunting the field in the middle of the night he wasnt that keen on his job.
It sounds as though he knew the Samair Boeing was going to have engine trouble, commented Willis.
Forester looked up quickly and Willis said, Its the only logical answer he didnt just steal a plane, he stole the contents; and the contents of the plane were people from the Boeing. OHara says those big crates contain ordinary mining machinery and I doubt if Grivas would want that.
That implies sabotage of the Boeing, said Forester. If Grivas was expecting the Boeing to land at San Croce, it also implies a sizeable organization behind him.
We know that already, said OHara. Grivas was expecting a reception committee here. He said, Theyll be here any minute. But where are they?
And who are they? asked Forester.
OHara thought of something else Grivas had said: theyll kill the lot of you. He kept quiet about that and asked instead, Remember the last thing he said Vivaca? It doesnt make sense to me. It sounds vaguely Spanish, but its no word I know.
My Spanish is good, said Forester deliberately. Theres no such word. He slapped the side of his leg irritably. Id give a lot to know whats been going on and whos responsible for all this.
A weak voice came from across the room. I fear, gentlemen, that in a way I am responsible.
Everyone in the room, with the exception of Mrs Coughlin, turned to look at Señor Montes.
TWO
Montes looked ill. He was worse than he had been in the air. His chest heaved violently as he sucked in the thin air and he had a ghastly pallor. As he opened his mouth to speak again the girl said, Hush, tio, be quiet. I will tell them,
She turned and looked across the cabin at OHara and Forester. My uncles name is not Montes, she said levelly. It is Aguillar. She said it as though it was an explanation, entire and complete in itself.
There was a moment of blank silence, then OHara snapped his fingers and said softly, By God, the old eagle himself. He stared at the sick man.
Yes, Señor OHara, whispered Aguillar. But a crippled eagle, I am afraid.
Say, what the hell is this? grumbled Peabody. Whats so special about him?
Willis gave Peabody a look of dislike and got to his feet. I wouldnt have put it that way myself, he said. But I could bear to know more.
OHara said, Señor Aguillar was possibly the best president this country ever had until the army took over five years ago. He got out of the country just one jump ahead of a firing squad.
General Lopez always was a hasty man, agreed Aguillar with a weak smile.
You mean the government arranged all this this jam were in now just to get you? Williss voice was shrill with incredulity.
Aguillar shook his head and started to speak, but the girl said, No, you must be quiet. She looked at OHara appealingly. Do not question him now, señor. Cant you see he is ill?
Can you speak for your uncle? asked Forester gently.
She looked at the old man and he nodded. What is it you want to know? she asked.
What is your uncle doing back in Cordillera?
We have come to bring back good government to our country, she said. We have come to throw out Lopez.
OHara gave a short laugh. To throw out Lopez, he said flatly. Just like that. An old man and a girl are going to throw out a man with an army at his back. He shook his head disbelievingly.
The girl flared up. What do you know about it; you are a foreigner you know nothing. Lopez is finished everyone in Cordillera knows it, even Lopez himself. He has been too greedy, too corrupt, and the country is sick of him.
Forester rubbed his chin reflectively. She could be right, he said. It would take just a puff of wind to blow Lopez over right now. Hes run this country right into the ground in the last five years just about milked it dry and salted enough money away in Swiss banks to last a couple of lifetimes. I dont think hed risk losing out now if it came to a showdown if someone pushed hard enough hed fold up and get out. I think hed take wealth and comfort instead of power and the chance of being shot by some gun-happy student with a grievance.
Lopez has bankrupted Cordillera, the girl said. She held up her head proudly. But when my uncle appears in Santillana the people will rise, and that will be the end of Lopez.
It could work, agreed Forester. Your uncle was well liked. I suppose youve prepared the ground in advance.
She nodded. The Democratic Committee of Action has made all the arrangements. All that remains is for my uncle to appear in Santillana.
He may not get there, said OHara. Someone is trying to stop him, and if it isnt Lopez, then who the hell is it?
The comunistas, the girl spat out with loathing in her voice. They cannot afford to let my uncle get into power again. They want Cordillera for their own.
Forester said, It figures. Lopez is a dead duck, come what may; so its Aguillar versus the communists with Cordillera as the stake.
They are not quite ready, the girl said. They do not have enough support among the people. During the last two years they have been infiltrating the government very cleverly and if they had their way the people would wake up one morning to find Lopez gone, leaving a communist government to take his place.
Swapping one dictatorship for another, said Forester. Very clever.
But they are not yet ready to get rid of Lopez, she said. My uncle would spoil their plans he would get rid of Lopez and the government, too. He would hold elections for the first time in nine years. So the communists are trying to stop him.
And you think Grivas was a communist? queried OHara.
Forester snapped his fingers. Of course he was. That explains his last words. He was a communist, all right Latin-American blend; when he said vivaca he was trying to say Viva Castro. His voice hardened. And we can expect his buddies along any minute.
We must leave here quickly, said the girl. They must not find my uncle.
OHara suddenly swung round and regarded Rohde, who had remained conspicuously silent. He said, What do you import, Señor Rohde?
It is all right, Señor OHara, said Aguillar weakly. Miguel is my secretary.
Forester looked at Rohde. More like your bodyguard.
Aguillar flapped his hand limply as though the distinction was of no consequence, and Forester said, What put you on to him, OHara?
I dont like men who carry guns, said OHara shortly. Especially men who could be communist. He looked around the cabin. All right, are there any more jokers in the pack? What about you, Forester? You seem to know a hell of a lot about local politics for an American businessman.
Dont be a damn fool, said Forester. If I didnt take an interest in local politics my corporation would fire me. Having the right kind of government is important to us, and we sure as hell dont want a commie set-up in Cordillera.
He took out his wallet and extracted a business card which he handed to OHara. It informed him that Raymond Forester was the South American sales manager for the Fairfield Machine Tool Corporation.