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"It must be lonely work-" Pitts mouth stopped working and he gasped as a sharp pain in his chest nearly carried him into blackness. He clutched the table, fighting to remain conscious.
"Come," Andursson said. "You must let me tend to your injuries."
"No," Pitt answered firmly. "I must stay by the radio. I'm not leaving this chair."
Andursson hesitated. Then he shook his head and said nothing. He disappeared from the room and returned in less than two minutes carrying a large first-aid case and a bottle.
You are lucky," he said smiling. "One of your countrymen fished the river just last month and left this with me." He held up and proudly displayed a fifth of Seagram's V.O. Canadian Whiskey. Pitt noticed that the seal on the cap had not been broken.
Pitt was on his fourth healthy swig and the old river warden had just finished binding his chest when the radio crackled and Sandecker's gravel voice broke into the room again.
"Major Pitt, do you read me?"
Pitt lifted the microphone and pressed the transmitting switch. "Pitt here. I read you, Admiral."
"The paramedics are mustering at Keflavik and Iceland's civilian search and rescue units are standing by. I'll maintain radio contact and coordinate their efforts." There was a momentary silence. "You have a lot of worried people here. Keflavik has no report Of a missing plane, either military or commercial."
Rondheim wasn't taking any chances, Pitt thought.
The bastard. was taking his own sweet time about reporting his overdue and missing guests. Pitt breathed deeply and took another shot of the V.O. Then he replied: "Notification isn't scheduled yet."
Total uncomprehension broke in Sandecker's voice.
"Come again. Please repeat."
"Trust me, Admiral. I can't even begin to answer a tenth of the questions that must be running through everyone's mind, especially over the radio repeatespecially over the radio."
Somehow, Pitt thought, the names of the internationally known men back in the ravine had to be kept from the news services for at least the next thirty-six hours time enough to stop Kelly, Rondheim and Hermit Limited before they could be warned and go underground. He had to give the admiral credit. Sandecker caught Pitts implication of the need for secrecy almost immediately. "Your message is understood. Can you give me the location? Use your reverse coordination map."
"Sorry, I know of no such-"
"Dammit!" Sandecker shouted, turning the speaker into a thunderbolt of distorted static. "Do as you're ordered."
Pitt sat and stared dumbly at the radio's speaker for nearly thirty seconds before Sandecker's hidden meaning began to register in his weary mind. The admiral was offering him a chance to answer questions withOut giving away valid information, by replying in the contrary. He mentally kicked himself for letting Sandecker outdo him in the verbal gymnastics.
Pitt flicked off the mike switch and turned to Andursson. "How far is the nearest town and in what direction?"
Andursson vaguely pointed out the window. "Sodafoss . . . we are exactly fifty kilometers south of its town square."
Pitt quickly added to the Icelander's figure to allow for the distan
ce he had stumbled across the plateau .
"back to the radio. The aircraft came down approximately eighty kilometers north of Sodafoss. I repeat, eighty kilometers north of Sodafoss."
"Was the aircraft civilian or military?"
"Military."
"How many survivors?"
"Can't say for certain. Two, maybe four."
Pitt could only hope the admiral would grasp the total number of twenty-four. The feisty old oceanographer didn't fail him.
"Let -us hope we can have them safe and sound by this time tomorrow." Sandecker's intimation of twenty-four hours quickly settled any doubt. He paused, and then his voice came through, low, quiet with a strong inflection of concern. "Is miss Royal with you?"
"Yes.
