‘This is it,’ Baird said, pushing open the cabin door. ‘Not much of a place, but it’l do. I found it when I came down to look over the ground. I’ve fixed it up pret y wel . There’re mosquito nets, food and all the stuff we want for a couple of days. Come on in and take a look.’
Rico entered the cabin and looked around the one big room.
‘Doesn’t anyone come here?’ he asked uneasily.
Baird shook his head.
‘No. Used to belong to the overseer of the dredging gang, but now they’ve moved up the river, he’s got another place. Noddy said he’d keep an eye on the stuff I left here.’ Baird went over to a pile of canned food, two wooden cases, blankets and mosquito netting stacked in a corner. ‘It seems to be all here.’
‘Noddy?’ Rico repeated. ‘Who’s he?’
Baird pulled a blanket from the pile, tossed it on the floor and sat down on it.
‘The guy who’s helping us,’ he said, looking at Rico, his pale eyes expressionless. ‘Can’t do the job without inside help.’
Rico got himself a blanket and sat down. His head ached from the heat, and his feet felt too big for his shoes. He pulled off his shoes with a grunt of relief, and sat back against the wall, wiping the sweat from his face. Roughing it in a swamp wasn’t his idea of enjoying life, and he thought wistfully of the quiet and luxury of his apartment, the ice drinks and an understanding woman to amuse him. He would gladly have given up his share of the half million if he could turn the clock back and pick up his life again before Zoe died.
‘Noddy,’ he said, looking questioningly at Baird. ‘Who is he? Can we trust him?’
‘We’ve got to trust him,’ Baird said curtly. ‘We can’t pul this without him. He’s one of the guys working the dredge. The gang is made up of three experts who direct the dredging operations, five guys who handle the dredge. Noddy’s one of them. Then there’re around fifty convicts handling the trucks and bulldozers, and doing the dirty work. There’re five guards on duty the whole time; armed with automatic rifles and a bunch of trained dogs.’ He stretched and yawned, went on, ‘I met Noddy in Astora. He goes in there every week for supplies. We got talking. He agreed to help get Hater out.’
‘What are you paying him?’ Rico asked suspiciously.
‘Five grand,’ Baird said. ‘Half tonight when he comes here to go over the plan, and half when we’ve got Hater.’
‘Five grand?’ Rico repeated, staring. ‘Now, wait a minute… five grand! That’l come out of our share.’
‘What’s the mat er with you?’ Baird said. ‘How do you imagine we can get Hater without inside help?’ He grinned slyly at Rico. ‘Maybe he won’t col ect the dough. He might run into trouble. This job’s not going to be a picnic’
He got up and began to prepare a meal. Rico sat watching him, brooding. He was surprised to see how efficient Baird was. He had a meal cooked on a small primus stove in a very short time. After Rico had eaten and washed the meal down with several whiskies, he felt less worried.
They sat outside the cabin, smoking, until the light began to fade, then Baird lit a paraffin lamp and put it in the window, and they made themselves as comfortable as they could on the blankets and waited for Noddy to show up.
He came when it was dark. They saw the beam of his flashlight some time before he reached the cabin. He pushed open the door and came in: a tall, thin man with a pinched, sallow face, lank black hair and stubble on his chin. He was wearing soiled duck trousers and a singlet, and carried a .45 Smith and Wesson in a pistol holster at his hip. A battered panama hat rested at the back of his head.
Rico didn’t like the look of him. Not a man to be trusted, he thought uneasily: like a ferret.
‘So you got here,’ Noddy said, closing the door. ‘I’ve been in two or three times. No one’s been near.’
Baird waved his hand to Rico.
‘This is Ralph Rico. He’s working with me.’
Noddy gave Rico a sharp, inquisitive stare, and then came and sat down on the blanket. They lit cigarettes, and no one spoke until Baird had poured out three whiskies.
‘Hater okay?’ Baird asked abruptly.
‘Sure. The guy’s nuts, but he’s harmless,’ Noddy said indifferently. ‘Keeps to himself. I don’t reckon he ever opens his mouth. The other guys hate him.’
‘What’s the mat er with him?’ Rico asked.
‘Stir-crazy, I guess,’ Noddy said. ‘Been in too long. He’s got something on his mind. You might have trouble with him.’ He paused to take a long pul at his glass, went on, ‘You didn’t make it clear why you wanted him.’ He was looking at Baird. ‘Or ain’t it my business?’
‘That’s right,’ Baird said, and yawned. ‘Five grand should take care of your curiosity.’
‘It does,’ Noddy said, grinning. ‘I plan to buy me a turkey farm. I’m about sick to the guts working in this goddamn swamp. Five grand’l be a life saver.’
‘Make sure you earn it,’ Baird said softly.
‘Sure,’ Noddy said carelessly, but his eyes went shifty. ‘When does the balloon go up?’
‘Tomorrow, midday,’ Baird said. ‘Let’s get this straight. Each of us has his own special job: I take care of the guards. Rico creates a diversion. You grab Hater and bring him to us. Okay?’
‘Sure,’ Noddy said. ‘That’s the way it was arranged.’
‘What diversion?’ Rico said, alarmed.
‘Smoke bombs,’ Baird said. ‘All you have to do is to toss the bombs at the big dredge. As soon as we have a blanket of smoke you make your way back here. Noddy and I will join up and bring Hater here.
Noddy goes back to the dredge with his dough. You and I and Hater will take the boat and get the hell out of it.
