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"Am I the only one who can walk?" Pitt asked harshly. His broken ribs ached like a thousand sores, but the hopeful stares, the miserable bit of optimism in the eyes of the men who knew death was only a few hours away, forced him to ignore the pain.
"A few can walk," Lillie answered. "But with broken arms, they'll never make it to the top of the ravine.
"Then I guess I'm elected."
"You're elected." Lillie smiled faintly. "If it's any consolation, you have the satisfaction of knowing Rondheim is up against a tougher man than his computers projected."
The encouragement in Lillie's eyes became the extra impetus Pitt needed. He rose unsteadily to his feet and looked down at 76
the figure lying stiffly on the ground.
"Where did Rondheim bust you?"
"Both shoulders and-I'm guessing-my pelvis."
Lillie's tone was as calm as if he were describing the fractured surface of the moon.
"Kind of makes you wish you were back in St. Louis running the brewery, doesn't it?"
"Not really. Dear old Dad never had much confidence in his only son. If I . . . if I'm not alive and kicking when you come back, tell him-"
"Read him the riot act yourself. Besides, my heart wouldn't be in it." Pitt had to fight to keep his voice from faltering. 'I never liked Lillie beer anyway."
He turned away and knelt over Tidi.
"Where did they hurt you, dearheart?"
"My ankles are a little off center." She smiled gamely. "Nothing serious. I'm just lucky, I guess."
"I'm sorry," Pitt said. "You wouldn't be lying here if it wasn't for my bungling."
She took his hand and squeezed it. "It's more exciting than taking dictation and typing the admiral's letters."
Pitt bent over and lifted her in his arms and carried her
tenderly a few feet and laid her beside Lillie.
"Here's your big chance, you little gold digger. A real live millionaire. And for the next few hours he's a captive audience.
Mr. Jerome P. Lillie, may I present Miss Tidi Royal, the darling of the National Underwater Marine Agency. May you both live happily ever after."
Pitt kissed her lightly on the forehead, stumbled awkwardly once more to his feet and walked unsteadily over the water-soaked ground to the old man he knew simply as Sam. He thought of the distinguished manner, the warm, piercing eyes he had seen in the trophy room as he stared down and saw the legs, twisted outwards like the crooked branches of an oak tree, the blue eyes dulled by pain, and he forced himself to smile a confident, hopeful smile.
"Hang in there, Sam." Pitt leaned over and gently grasped the old man's shoulder. "I'll be back with the prettiest nurse in Iceland before, lunchtime."
Sam's lips gave the barest hint of a grin. "To a man my age, a cigar would prove much more practical."
"A cigar it is."
Pitt leaned over and shook Sam's hand. The blue eyes suddenly came to life and the old man raised up, griPPing Pitts outstretched hand with an intensity that Pitt didn't think was possible, and the lines of the tired, drawn face lightened into determined hardness.
"He must be stopped, Major Pitt." The voice was low, almost an insistent whisper. "James must not be allowed to go through with this terrible thing. His purpose glories in goodness, but the people he has surrounded himself with, glory only in greed and power."
Pitt only nodded without speaking.
"I forgive James for what he has done." Sam was talking, almost rambling to himself. "Tell him his brother forgives-"
"My God!" Pitts shock showed in his face.
