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He also took both flare-launching rockets and the ten flares, one of the gas-powered foghorns, one walkie-talkie, and his night glasses. Slung over his shoulder he had his personal Schmeisser, and tucked in his belt were five full magazines. The two Africans who were going with him, Timothy and Sunday, were the last into the assault craft.
When it was ready, Sha
For answer Dupree raised one thumb and nodded. Holding the painter of the assault craft, Semmler moved back along the rail while Dupree fended off from down below. When the craft was streamed astern of the Toscana in complete darkness, Semmler tied her painter to the after rail, leaving the three men to bob up and down on the swell.
The second boat took less time to get into the water, for the men had got the hang of it. Marc Vlaminck went down with Semmler to set the outboard engine in position, for this was their boat. Vlaminck was taking one bazooka and twelve rockets, two on his own body, the other ten carried by his back-up man, who was Patrick. Semmler had his Schmeisser and five magazines in easy-extraction pouches hung around his belt. He had a set of night glasses around his neck and the second walkie-talkie strapped to one thigh. As he was the only man who could speak German, French, and reasonable English, he would double as the main attack party’s radio operator. When the two whites were ensconced in their craft, Patrick and Jinja, who would be Semmler’s back-up man, slid down the Jacob’s ladder from the Toscana and took their places.
The boat was streamed astern of the ship, and Dupree’s painter was passed to Semmler, who made it fast to his own assault craft. The two inflatable vessels bobbed behind the Toscana in line astern, separated by the length of rope, but none of their occupants said a word.
Langarotti and Sha
Just before Sha
Sha
“There’s a ship. Lying off Clarence, farther out than we are.”
“How long since you saw it?”
“Some time,” said Waldenberg, “but I thought it must be cruising south down the coast, like us, or moving northward. But it’s not; it’s riding to.”
“You’re sure? There’s no doubt about it?”
“None at all. When we came down the coast we were moving so slowly that if the other had been steaming in the same direction, she’d be well away by now. If northward, she’d have passed us by now. She’s immobile.”
“Any indication of what she is, who she belongs to?”
The German shook his head. “The size of a freighter. No indication who she is, unless we contact her.”
Sha
Waldenberg nodded. “Quite possible. Entry by night is frequently not allowed in some of the smaller ports along this coast. She’s probably riding out until the morning before asking permission to enter port.”
“If you’ve seen her, presumably she’s seen you?” Sha
“Bound to,” said Waldenberg. “We’re on her radar all right.”
“Could her radar pick up the dinghies?”
“Unlikely,” said the captain. “Too low in the water, most probably.”
“We go ahead,” said Sha
“She’s bound to hear the firefight,” said Waldenberg.
“What can she do about it?”
The German gri
“We mustn’t fail, then. Carry on as ordered.”
Waldenberg went back to his bridge. The middle-aged African doctor, who had watched the proceedings in silence, stepped forward.
“Good luck, Major,” he said in perfectly modulated English. “God go with you.”
Sha
He knew these people took religion very seriously. He nodded, said, “Sure,” and went over the side.
Out in the darkness, as he looked up at the dim blob of the Toscana’s stern above him, there was complete silence but for the slap of the water against the rubberized hulls of the boats. Occasionally it gurgled behind the ship’s rudder. From the landward side there was not a sound, for they were well out of earshot of the shore, and by the time they came close enough to hear shouts and laughter it would be well past midnight and, with luck, everyone would be asleep. Not that there was much laughter in Clarence, but Sha
He glanced at his watch. It was quarter to nine. He sat back to wait.
At nine the hull of the Toscana emitted a low rumble, and the water beneath her stern began to churn and bubble, the phosphorescent white wake ru
The sky was still overcast, and the air was like that inside an old greenhouse, but a hole in the cloud cover let a little dim starlight through. Astern he could make out the craft of Vlaminck and Semmler at the end of twenty feet of rope, and somewhere behind them Ja
The five hours went by like a nightmare. Nothing to do but watch and listen, nothing to see but the darkness and the glitter of the sea, nothing to hear but the low thump of the Toscana’s old pistons moving inside her rusted hull. No one could sleep, despite the mesmeric rocking of the light craft, for the tensions were building up in every man in the operation.
But the hours did pass, somehow. Sha
At the helm of his assault craft big Ja