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Hastily； I flung myself down in the bow of the collapsing craft。 I dog…paddled in the water madly； getting back to the ship。
I caught a trailing line。
I started to get aboard the ship。 I remembered my suitcase； stumbled back and grabbed it。 I lost the line。 I sprang with all my might and caught it again。 I climbed up onto the deck。 I looked back。 The inflatable pleted its sinking。
The bomb！ I had to get off this ship fast！
There was a rowboat in the waist of the ship。 I cut its lashings and began to inch it to the rail。 I got it there。
I looked about for oars。 All I could find was the rifle。
I pushed the boat over the rail。 I dropped the suitcase and the rifle in。 I got in。 I shoved myself away。 That ship was going to explode！
Using the rifle stock for a paddle； I headed toward the beach。 So slow； so slow！ The boat behaved like a crazed thing。 It went to the right and it went to the left。 I had to switch paddling sides continually。
Foot by floundering foot； the rifle splashing wet and cold； I crawled at far too slow a pace toward the beach。
Each time I looked at it； the beach seemed to be no nearer。 A crosscurrent seemed to be taking me parallel to the shore。
I valiantly redoubled my efforts。 At last； progress！ The beach was ing nearer。
Suddenly the whole sky behind me went orange！
Flame shot up a hundred feet in the black night！
BOOM！
The concussion hit me。
I thought I was all right。
Then the rowboat began to rise in the air！
A tidal wave！
The crest was breaking！
On the shoreward side of it； the rowboat and I plummeted toward the beach！
What speed！
Fast as a racing car rushing through the foam…white night！
Rocks were ahead！ They came like speeding blobs of black straight at me！
Over the tops of them I went。
The rushing roar of water ended suddenly with a splintering crash！
I was stunned by the impact。
I did not know what had happened。
The water was going away but the rowboat and I weren't。
I was high up on a strip of beach。 I was sitting in the shattered wreck of a rowboat which no longer had a bottom and only splinters for sides。
I looked back at the inky sea。 I was through with it。 No more sea for me！ One more black mark against Heller！
A voice said； 〃Are you from that exploded boat out there？〃
Chapter 3
He was a very old man。 He had two dogs with him。 He was peering at me in the thin moonlight。
Tragedy。 My landing had been observed。 My trail was not covered。
But I masked it。 I said； 〃Where am I？〃
〃The island；〃 he said。
Oh； treachery。 I knew I never should have trusted that villainous captain。 He had not landed me on the mainland as agreed； but upon an island。
Then a new horror hit me。 The old man had spoken in Turkish！ I do not speak Greek！
Oh； Gods； the women would find me yet。 And the Prophet still must be sitting in the clouds above； ready to stone the Hells out of me。
I'd better make the best of this and find out which way to run。 〃What island？〃 I said。
〃Limnos；〃 said the old man。
I was too shaky on geography to be sure； but I had never heard of such an island as being part of Turkey。 It didn't sound Turkish。 My hope was dim but I asked； 〃What country？〃
〃Greece；〃 he said。
〃Then why are you talking Turkish？〃 I snapped at him。
He picked up a piece of the rowboat。 Despite the paleness of the moon； one could clearly read Sand。 〃This and your clothing。〃 He pointed east。 〃Turkey is over there only twenty…five miles and my wife came from there。〃
He didn't fool me。 He was just trying to detain me until he could call the police。 If his wife was Turkish； she would know all about it。 Women stick close together。 And they are very treacherous。
〃You better e up to my hut；〃 he said。 〃Then I can call somebody to get you。〃
I played it very cunning。
He saw my grip and picked it up and started to walk up the beach； beckoning me to follow。 He was； of course； going to lead me into a trap。 I followed him； knowing what I would do。
The two dogs kept sniffing at me。 I knew that they had spotted who I was。 I had to include them in my plans。
The hut was a very mean hut。 There were some other buildings around。 They all seemed deserted。
He sat me down at the table and got out a bottle of ouzo。 That confirmed my suspicions。 He was going to get me drunk so they could pick me up without a fight。
I； however； continued to remember my careful Apparatus training： Be clever and cunning when you are not safe； and as no one can ever be safe； be clever and cunning always。
〃Where is your wife？〃 I asked。
〃Dead for years；〃 he said。
〃And these other buildings？ The people？〃
〃All moved to the cities。 Gone now。〃
〃How far to the nearest town？〃
He pointed south。 〃Moudhros。 Quite a ways。〃
〃Nobody else around？〃
〃Just me。 I retired years ago。 I fish some。 Drink your drink。 You must be chilled to the bone。 I'll have to walk over to the road and make a call。〃
I had everything I needed to know。 And he was not going to detain me； drunk； while he brought the police。 As he stepped out the door； I shot him with the stungun。 It was on full power； narrow beam。 It blew his head half off。
The dogs objected。
I shot them。
I dragged all three bodies down to the beach。 I pushed the remains of the rowboat down into the water。 I put the bodies in it。 I buried the fragment that had the ship's name on it。
People； if anyone ever came this way； would think they had been blown up by the exploding ship。 And then cast ashore by the tidal wave。
I had covered my trail。
I went back to the hut。 There wasn't much blood and what specks there were I obliterated。
The old man had had another suit of clothes。 His Sunday clothes； I guessed。 The Greeks wear Western things and white shirts without a tie； most usually。
I stripped。 I dried out my clothes over the fire。 And while they were drying I ate some biscuit I found and drank some water。
I opened my grip and packed my Arab things。 I put on the old man's clothes。 They did not fit very well so they looked very Greek。
It occurred to me that I would have trouble； not speaking the language。 So I put a wad of cotton in my jaw and tied a rag under my chin and over my head。 I could pretend I couldn't talk because I had a toothache。
Ready at last； I hefted my bag。 It was quite heavy。 But there was nothing I could spare from it。
I was on my way again； with vengeance in my heart for Heller！
Stumbling through the dark night； I made my way up a long path and came at last to a deserted road。
I walked south。
I walked and walked and walked。
It was very arduous but I had incentive。 Whatever it took； I was going to get the man who had caused my having to do this。 And nothing was going to stop me！
In the dawn I came into a straggling town。 It was not much。
Sitting at the end of a long pier was a small ship。 A plume of smoke was ing out of the funnel。 It was an inter…island ferry such as ply the Aegean。
I flinched。 Not more sea！
But what could I do？ I had to get to the mainland。 Unlike some they say once existed on this planet； I could not walk on water。
Only the sacred mission of final destruction on which I was engaged gave me the fortitude to set foot on that gangplank。
I went up it。 Someone came out of a passageway and glanced down the gangway at the dock。
I looked behind me。 A chill went through me。 Several people were now walking up the dock。 Some of them were women！
I tensed myself to run。
The man said something to me in Greek。 He must be asking for money。 Tight spot！ I had no Greek money！ I could not display Turkish money！ It would open up the trail！
With great presence of mind； I reached to a pocket and fished out a U。 S。 thousand…dollar bill。
His eyes popped！
He grabbed the money and ran off。 My hand tightened on the gun in my pocket。
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