wall. He nodded at Sapper.
Sapper ran out to his flares and fussed over them briefly. When he
backed away they bloomed into clouds of dense marigold-yellow smoke that
drifted out sluggishly on the light breeze. The smoke would give Jannie
the strength and direction of the wind, as well as his orientation for
the drop zone.
Nicholas lifted his binoculars and gazed towards the other end of the
narrow valley. He saw that Royan and Tessay were busy with their flares.
Suddenly crimson smoke billowed from them, and the women ran back to
their original position and stood staring up at the sky.
Nicholas called softly into the microphone. 'Big Dolly.
Smoke is up. Do you have it visual?'
'Affirmative. You are visual. For what you are about to receive may you
be truly thankful.' Jannie's South African accent was unmistakable as he
uttered the cheerful blasphemy.
They watched the aircraft grow in size until its wings seemed to fill
half the sky, and then its profile altered as the great wing flaps
dropped and the ramp below its belly drooped open. Big Dolly slowed her
flight so dramatically that she seemed to hang suspended on an invisible
thread from the high African sun. Slowly she came around, banking
steeply as Jannie tined her up on the smoke flares, dropping lower and
still lower, headed directly at where they stood.
With a savage roar that made all three of them duck, she passed so low
over their heads that it seemed she would wipe them off the crest.
Nicholas had a glimpse of Jannie upwarliov peering down at him from the
cockpit, a fat smile on his face and one hand raised in a laconic wave,
and then he was past.
Nicholas straightened up and watched Big Dolly sweep majestica Ily down
the centre of the valley. The first pallet dropped out of her and
plunged earthwards, until at the last moment its parachutes burst open
like a bride's bouuet. The fall of the heavy container was arrested
abruptly.
It. dangled and swung, and seconds later struck the floor of the valley
in a cloud of yellow dust and with a crash they could hear up on the
ridge. Then two more loads dropped from her, and they too hung for a
moment on their chutes before they slammed in.
Big Dolly's engines howled under full throttle and her nose lifted as
she bored for height while she passed over the crimson smoke clouds, and
then climbed out of the deadly trap of the valley. She came round in
another wide turn and lined up for the second run. Once again the
pallets dropped out of her as she roared over the quartz markers and
then climbed out over the end wall of the valley, skimming the rocky
spikes that would have clawed her down.
Six times Jannie repeated the dangerous manoeuvre, and each time he
dropped three of the heavy rectangular loads. They lay strewn down the
length of the valley, shrouded by the tumbled white silk of their own
parachutes.
As Jannie climbed away from the last pass, his voice echoed in
Nicholas's earphones. 'Don't go away, Pharaoh!
