“Ah, but dying together’s not much fun. We’ll do better than that. See⁠—they’ve got two boatloads this time. Going to land at two different points. Now for my little scenic effect.”

Almost as he spoke a long flame shot up from the hut. Its light illuminated two crouching figures huddled together on the roof.

“My old clothes⁠—stuffed with rags⁠—but they won’t tumble to it for some time. Come, Anne, we’ve got to try desperate means.”

Hand in hand, we raced across the island. Only a narrow channel of water divided it from the shore on that side.

“We’ve got to swim for it. Can you swim at all, Anne? Not that it matters. I can get you across. It’s the wrong side for a boat⁠—too many rocks, but the right side for swimming, and the right side for Livingstone.”