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He would have to let go with one arm to stoop and get within range. On the bridge, the watch was lighting a cigarette.īelow, on the jetty, to the left and to leeward of the drifting smoke of the guano dust, stood the tall, watchful figure of Doctor No. Twenty yards away, Doctor No, also with his back to Bond, stood sentry over the thick rich cataract of whity-yellow dust. The neck above the open khaki shirt was naked, offered, waiting. His guess at the distances had been right. But softly, gently, slowly The prize was almost intolerably sweet.īond stepped up to the rock and inched an eye round. Slowly, a thin, hard smile broke across the haggard, sunburned face. Nowīond sat and thought, measuring distances, guessing at angles, remembering exactly where the crane driver's hands and feet were on the levers and the pedals. A voice called out, startlingly close, "Okay to go?" There was a distant answer: "Okay." The crane engine accelerated. Bond crept softly forward, watching his footholds for loose stones. Round the bead, the track filtered through a maze of giant, tumbled boulders. Should he chance it? He must Get movingīond, leaving drops of blood behind him, picked his way carefully down the track and along the bottom of the shadowed cliff. It was black, impenetrable, as deep as the rest. He gazed vaguely at the softly heaving sheen of water. Slowly he let himself down to the bottom rung of wire. He tore it out, got it between his two hands and wrenched the doubled wire almost straight.īond got to the-rock face. He caught a glimpse of the tip of his spear lancing into the centre of a black eyeball and then the whole sea erupted up at him in a fountain of blackness and he fell and hung upside down by the knees, his head an inch from the surface of the water.īond thrust his knife between his teeth and his hand dived for the crook of the wire spear. Now the eyes and the great triangular beak were right out of the water and the beak was reaching up for his feet. He could even feel his spine being stretched. Bond was being pulled down, inch by inch. The eyes were glaring up at him, redly, venomously, and the forest of feeding arms was at his feet and legs, tearing the cotton fabric away and flailing back. Now the head of the squid had broken the surface and the sea was being thrashed into foam by the great heaving mantle round it. He was ready.īond had not time to worry about them. He stood up and took several slow deep breaths, ran his hands through his salt-and sweat-matted hair, rubbed them harshly up and down his face and then down the tattered sides of his black jeans. He reached back ana felt the handle of the knife. He put it down on the ground away from his feet.īond examined the soles of his feet and his hands. As a hunk of metal it might be useful, but it wouldn't light any more and it might scrape against the rock. There it would be handy but protected from bitting against anything. Satisfied, he slipped it behind him and down the waistband of his trousers up against his spine. He lifted his knife close up to his eyes and carefully examined the blade. He leant against the cool face of rock and waited for his breathing to get back to normal. Ten minutes later, Bond, his wet rags clinging to his scrubbed, stinging body and his hair slicked back out of his eyes, climbed over the top of the headland.īond took one long comprehensive look and pulled back. There were iron ship-noises and the sound of water splashing into the sea from a bilge pump.īond flattened himself against the rock and warily inched his head round the corner. He could hear the changing beat of its engine.
From close by came various sounds and echoes.
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