stinkwood tree, limbs from the Cape beech, large leaves from the marula. They lashed everything down with thick hemp rope, tying each knot with careful precision.
When they were finished, Banda looked it over. 'It still doesn't look like a raft.'
'It will look better when we get the sail up,' Jamie promised.
They made a mast from a fallen yellowwood tree, and picked up two flat branches for paddles.
'Now all we need is a sail. We need it fast. Fd like to get out of here tonight. Constable Mundy's coming back tomorrow.'
It was Banda who found the sail. He came back late that evening with an enormous piece of blue cloth. 'How's this, Mr. McGregor?'
'Perfect Where did you get it?'
Banda grinned. 'Don't ask. We're in enough trouble.'
They rigged up a square sail with a boom below and a yard on top, and at last it was ready.
'We'll take off at two in the morning when the village is asleep,' Jamie told Banda. 'Better get some rest until then.'
But neither man was able to sleep. Each was filled with the excitement of the adventure that lay ahead.
At two a.m. they met at the warehouse. There was an eagerness in both of them, and an unspoken fear. They were embarking on a journey that would either make them rich or bring them death. There was no middle way.
'It's time,' Jamie anounced.
They stepped outside. Nothing was stirring. The night was still and peaceful, with a vast canopy of blue overhead. A sliver of moon appeared high in the sky. Good, Jamie thought. There won't be much light to see us by. Their timetable was complicated by the fact that they had to leave the village at night so no one would be aware of their departure, and arrive at the diamond beach the next night so they could slip into the field and be safely back at sea before dawn.
'The Benguela current should carry us to the diamond fields sometime in the late afternoon,' Jamie said. 'But we can't go in by daylight. We'll have to stay out of sight at sea until dark.'
Banda nodded. 'We can hide out at one of the little islands off the coast.'
'What islands?'
'There are dozens of them—Mercury, Ichabod, Plum Pudding .. .'
Jamie gave him a strange look. 'Plum Pudding?'
'There's also a Roast Beef Island.'
Jamie took out his creased map and consulted it. 'This doesn't show any of those.'
'They're guano islands. The British harvest the bird droppings for fertilizer.'
'Anyone live on those islands?'
'Can't. The smell's too bad. In places the guano is a hundred feet thick. The government uses gangs of deserters and prisoners to pick it up. Some of them die on the island and they just leave the bodies there.'
'That's where we'll hide out,' Jamie decided.
Working quietly, the two men slid open the door to the warehouse and started to lift the raft. It was too heavy to move. They sweated and tugged, but in vain.
'Wait here,' Banda said. He hurried out. Half an hour later, he returned with a large, round log. 'We'll use this. I'll pick up one end and you slide the log underneath.'
Jamie marveled at Banda's strength as the black man picked up one end of the raft. Quickly, Jamie shoved the log under it Together they lifted the back end of the raft and it moved easily down the log. When the log had rolled out from under the back end, they repeated the procedure. It was strenuous work, and by the time they got to the beach they were both soaked in perspiration. The operation had taken much longer than Jamie had anticipated. It was almost dawn now. They had to be away before the villagers discovered them and reported what they were doing. Quickly, Jamie attached the sail and checked to make sure everything was working properly. He had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something. He suddenly realized what was bothering him and laughed aloud.
Banda watched him, puzzled. 'Something funny?'
'Before, when I went looking for diamonds I had a ton of equipment. Now, all I'm carrying is a compass. It seems too easy.'
Banda said quietly, 'I don't think that's going to be our problem, Mr. McGregor.'
'It's time you called me Jamie.'
Banda shook his head in wonder. 'You really come from a faraway country.' He grinned, showing even white teeth. 'What the hell—they can hang me only once.' He tasted the name on his lips, then said it aloud. 'Jamie.'
'Let's go get those diamonds.'
They pushed the raft off the sand into the shallow water and both men leaped aboard and started paddling. It took them a few minutes to get adjusted to the pitching and yawing of their strange craft. It was like riding a bobbing cork, but it was going to work. The raft was responding perfectly, moving north with the swift current. Jamie raised the sail and headed out to sea. By the time the villagers awoke, the raft was well over the horizon.
'We've done it!' Jamie said.
Banda shook his head. 'It's not over yet.' He trailed a hand in the cold Benguela current. 'It's just beginning.'
They sailed on, due north past Alexander Bay and the mouth of the Orange River, seeing no signs of life except for flocks of Cape cormorants heading home, and a flight of colorful greater flamingos. Although there were tins of beef and cold rice, and fruit and two canteens of water aboard, they were too nervous to eat. Jamie refused to let his imagination linger on the dangers that lay ahead, but Banda could not help it. He had been there. He was remembering the brutal guards with guns and the dogs and the terrible flesh-tearing land mines, and he wondered how he had ever allowed himself to be talked into this insane venture. He looked over at the Scotsman and thought, He is the bigger fool. If I die, I die for my baby sister. What does he die for?
At noon the sharks came. There were half a dozen of them, their fins cutting through the water as they sped toward the raft.
'Black-fin sharks,' Banda announced. 'They're man-eaters.'
Jamie watched the fins skimming closer to the raft. 'What do we do?'
Banda swallowed nervously. 'Truthfully, Jamie, this is my very first experience of this nature.'
The back of a shark nudged the raft, and it almost capsized. The two men grabbed the mast for support. Jamie picked up a paddle and shoved it at a shark, and an instant later the paddle was bitten in two. The sharks surrounded the raft now, swimming in lazy circles, their enormous bodies rubbing up close against the small craft. Each nudge tilted the raft at a precarious angle. It was going to capsize at any moment.
'We've got to get rid of them before they sink us.'
'Get rid of them with what?' Banda asked.
'Hand me a tin of beef.'
'You must be joking. A tin of beef won't satisfy them. They want us!'
There was another jolt, and the raft heeled over.
'The beef!' Jamie yelled. 'Get it!'
A second later Banda placed a tin in Jamie's hand. The raft lurched sickeningly.
'Open it halfway. Hurry!'
Banda pulled out his pocketknife and pried the top of the can half open. Jamie took it from him. He felt the sharp, broken edges of the metal with his finger.
'Hold tight'' Jamie warned.
He knelt down at the edge of the raft and waited. Almost immediately, a shark approached the raft, its huge mouth wide open, revealing long rows of evil, grinning teeth. Jamie went for the eyes. With all his strength, he reached out with both hands and scraped the edge of the broken metal against the eye of the shark, ripping it open. The shark lifted its great body, and for an instant the raft stood on end. The water around them was suddenly stained red. There was a giant thrashing as the sharks moved in on the wounded member of the school. The raft
