if only he could pin the fugitives down, Nogo was certain he could wipe
them out. There must be no survivors, no one to carry tales to Addis.
After Mek and the Englishman and all their followers were dead it would
be a simple matter to spirit his booty out of the country in the
helicopter. There was a man in Nairobi and another in Khartoum whom he
had dealt with before; they had bought contraband ivory and hashish from
him. They would know how to market the booty to best advantage, although
they were both devious men. He had already decided that he would not
trust it all to one person but would spread the risk, so that even if
one of them betrayed and cheated him His mind raced off on another tack,
and he savoured the thought of great riches and what they could buy for
him. He would have fine clothes and motor cars, land and cattle and
women - white women and black and brown, all the women he could use, a
new one for every day of his life. He broke off his greedy daydreams.
First he had to find where the runaways had vanished to.
He had not realized that Harper and Mek Nimmur had inflatable boats
hidden somewhere near the monastery.
Hansith had not informed him of that fact. He and Helm had expected them
to try to escape on foot, and all the plans to head them off before they
could reach the Sudanese border had been based on that assumption. On
Helm's orders, he had even set up a reserve fuel dump near the border
where they expected Mek Nimmur to cross, from which they could refuel
the helicopter. Without those supplies of fuel he would long ago have
been forced to give up the chase.
Nogo had placed his men to cover the trails leading along the river bank
towards the west, and he had not even considered guarding the river
itself. It was quite by chance that one of his patrols had been in a
position to spot the flotilla of yellow boats as they came racing
downstream. However, there had not been enough warning to enable them to
set up an effective ambush, and they had been able to fire on the boats
only briefly before they escaped. They had not inflicted serious damage
on any of the boats - at least, not enough to stop them getting through.
Immediately the company commander had radioed his report of this contact
with Mek Nimmur, Nogo had started ferrying men downstream to the
Sudanese border to cut off the flotilla. Unfortunately, the Jet Ranger
could carry no more than six fully armed men at a time, and transporting
them had been a time-consuming business. He had only succeeded in
bringing sixty of his men into position before night had fallen.
During the night he fretted that the flotilla was slipping past him, and
with the dawn they were in the air again. Fortunately the cloud had
broken up during the night. There was still some high cumulus overhead,
but they were now able to fly low along the river and search for any
sign of Mek Nimmur's flotilla.
They had first flown back along the river on the Ethiopian side of the
border, as far as the point where Mek Nimmur and Harper had been fired
upon. They had picked up no sign of the boats, so Nogo had forced the
pilot to turn back, cross the border and search the Sudanese stretch the
Nile. But Nogo had only been able to persuade his pilot to penetrate
sixty nautical miles along the Nile into the Sudan before the man had
