Leopard Hunts in Darkness - Smith Wilbur (книга бесплатный формат .TXT) 📗
Twice they avoided road-blocks by taking side-tracks and cattle paths, groping forward carefully through the acacia forest. Twice more they came to small villages, mere cattle stations, homes of two or three Matabele families.
The Third Brigade had preceded them, and the crows and vultures had followed, picking at the partially roasted carcasses in the warm ashes of the burned-out huts.
They kept moving westwards, when the tracks allowed.
At each prominence that afforded a view ahead, Timon parked in cover and Craig climbed to the crest to scout ahead. In every direction he looked, the towering blue of the sky above the wide horizon was marred by standing columns of smoke from burning villages. Westwards still they crawled, and the terrain changed swiftly as they approached the edge of the Kalahari Desert. There were fewer and still fewer features. The land levelled into a grey, monotonous plain, burning endlessly under the high merciless sun. The trees became stunted, their branches heat-tortured as the limbs of cripples. This was a land able to support only the most rudimentary human needs, the beginning of the great wilderness. Still they edged westwards into it.
The sun made its noon and slid down the sky, and they had made good a mere thirty miles since dawn. Still at least another twenty miles to reach the border, Craig estimated from the map, and all three of them were exhausted from the unremitting strain and the heat in the unlined metal cab.
In the middle of the afternoon, they stopped again for a few minutes. Craig brewed tea, Sally-Anne went behind a low clump of thorn scrub nearby and squatted out of view, while Timon hunched over the radio.
"There are no more villages ahead, Timon said as he returned the set. "I think we are Clear, but I have never been further than this. I am not sure what to expect." J worked here with Tungata when we were in the Game Department. That was back in "72. We followed a pride of cattle-killing lions nearly a hundred miles across the border. It's bad country no surface water, soft going with salt-pans and-" he broke off as Tinion signalled him urgently to silence.
Tirrion had picked up another voice on the radio. It was more authoritative, more cutting than the reports of the A, platoon he had been monitoring. Clearly it was demanding priority and clearing the net for an urgent flash. Timon Nbebi stiffened, and exclaimed under his breath.
"What is it?" Craig could not contain his forebodings, but Timon held up a hand for silence and listened to the long staccato transmission that followed in Shana. When the carrier beam of the radio went mute, he looked up at them.
"A patrol has picked up the three men we marooned this morning. That was an alert to all units. General Fungabera has given top priority to our recapture. Two spotter aircraft have been diverted to this area. They should be overhead very soon. The general has calculated our position with great accuracy, he has ordered the punitive units to the east of us to abandon their missions and to move in this direction immediately. He has guessed that we are trying to reach the border south of Plumtree and the railway-line. He is rushing two platoons down from the main border-post at Plumtree to block us." He paused, took off his spectacles and polished the lenses on the tail of his silk cravat. Without his spectacles, he was as myopic as an owl in daylight.
"General Fungabera has given the "leopard" code to all units-" He paused again, and then almost apologetically explained, "The "leopard" code is the "kill on sight" order, which is rather bad news, I'm afraid." Craig snatched the rrw and unrolled it on the bonnet.
Sally-Anne came ha4 and stood close behind them.
"We are here," he said, and Timon nodded agreement.
"This is the only track from here on, and it angles northwards about west-northwest," Craig muttered to himself. "The patrol from Plumtree must come down it to meet us, and the punitive groups must come up it behind us." Again Timon nodded. "This time they won't drive past us. They'll be on the lookout." The radio came alive again and Timon darted back to it. His expression became even more lugubrious as he listened.
"The punitive unit behind us has picked up the tracks of the Land-Rover. They are not far behind and they are coming up fast," he reported. "They have contacted the patrol on the road ahead of us. We are boxed in. I don't know what to do, Mr. Mellow. They'll be here in a few minutes." And he looked appealingly at Craig.
"All right." Craig took control quite naturally. "We'll go for the border cross-country."
"But you said that is bad country-"Timon began.
"Put her into four-wheel drive and get going," Craig snapped. "I'll ride on the roof rack to guide you. Sally, Anne, take the front seat." Perched on the roof tack the AK 47 slung over one shoulder, Craig took a sight with the hand-bearing compass from Timon's map-case, made a rough calculation of the magnetic deflection, and called down to Timon.
"Right, turn right that's it. Hold that course." He was lined up on the white glare of a small salt-pan a few miles ahead, and the surface under them seemed firm and reasonably fast. The Land-Rover accelerated away, barging through the low thorn scrub, weaving only when they came to coarser thorn or one of the stunted trees. Craig called corrections after every deviation.
They were making twenty-five miles an hour and it was clear as far as the horizon. The pursuing trucks, heavy and cumbersome, couldn't outrun them, Craig was sure, and the border was less than an hour ahead, darkness not far off. That cup of tea had cheered him, and Craig felt his spirits lift.
"All right, you bastards, come and get us!"he challenged the unseen enemy and laughed into the wind. He had forgotten the way adrenalin buzzed in the blood when danger was close. Once he had thrived on the feel of it, and the addiction was still there, he realized.
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L He swivelled and looked back, and saw it immediately likea little willy, willy the dust devils that dance on the desert in the hot stillness of midday, but this dust cloud was moving with purpose, and it was exactly where he had expected to find it, due east of them and coming fast down the road they had just left.
