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The Kid smiled. “After you’ve found whatever there is to find.”
“Or find that there’s nothing to find,” Remi added.
SHORTLY BEFORE EIGHT they packed up their gear, trudged up the hillock, took a bearing on 315, then set out single file across the savanna with the Kid in the lead, Remi in the middle, and Sam bringing up the rear with his handheld GPS, which he’d calibrated to bearing/ countdown mode: 1,442 spans of Blaylock’s 7-foot-tall walking staff, which would equal 10,094 feet or 1.91 miles.
“Here’s hoping Blaylock’s staff hasn’t shrunk or expanded in the last hundred thirty years,” Sam called.
“Or that he was no good with a tape measure,” Remi added.
They hadn’t crossed half the savanna before their boots and pant legs were soaked with dew. By the time they reached the edge of the rain forest, the sun’s lower rim had broken free of the eastern horizon; they felt its heat on their backs.
The Kid stopped before the wall of jungle, said, “Wait a moment,” then walked the tree line, first north for fifty yards, then south. “This way,” he called. Sam and Remi joined him. Not surprisingly, he’d found a trail.
Ten feet inside the trees the sun dimmed behind them, leaving only faint stripes and splotches on the foliage around them.
“Fifty-five hundred feet down, forty-six hundred to go,” Sam announced.
They walked on. Soon the grade increased as the terrain began its climb toward the highlands. The trail narrowed, first to shoulder width, then to a foot, forcing them to sidestep and duck in places. The razor-sharp leaves and prickly stalks returned with a vengeance.
The Kid called a halt. “Do you hear that?” he asked.
Sam nodded. “A stream. Somewhere to the left.”
“I’ll be right back.” The Kid ducked off the trail and was swallowed by the forest. He returned ten minutes later. “It’s about thirty yards south. I think it’ll roughly parallel your course. How far to go?”
Sam checked the GPS. “Three thousand feet.”
“Nine thousand on the Madagascar scale,” Remi added with a game smile.
“The stream will be easier going. Just watch out for crocs.”
“You’re kidding,” Remi said.
“Nope. You’ve heard of the Madagascar cave crocodiles?”
“We weren’t sure if they were a wives’ tale or not,” Sam replied.
“Not. Madagascar’s the only place on earth that has them. See, alligators and crocodiles are ectothermic: They rely on the environment to regulate their body temperatures—sun for warmth, water and shade for cool. Our crocs don’t need that. National Geographic was out here a few years ago to look into them, but it’s still a mystery. Anyway, sometimes in the morning they’ll use underground streams to come out to hunt before the sun gets too hot.”
“And we’ll spot them how, exactly?” Remi asked.
“Look for logs floating in the water. If the log’s got eyeballs, it’s not a log. Make a lot of noise, look big. They’ll take off.”
THE STREAM WAS CALF DEEP and sand bottomed, so they made rapid progress, slowly winding down the GPS’s screen until it read 400 feet. The stream curved first south, then back north, then west again, before broadening out into a boulder-lined lagoon. On the west side of the pool a forty-foot-wide waterfall crashed onto a rock shelf, sending up a cloud of spray.
Sam checked the GPS. “Two hundred feet.”
“Bearing?” Remi asked.
In answer, Sam pointed at the waterfall.
AFTER A FEW MOMENTS of silence, Remi said, “Do you see it?”
“What?” replied Sam.
“The lion’s head.” She pointed at the point where the water tumbled off the rock ledge. “The two outcrops are the eyes. Below them, the mouth. And the water . . . If you watch it long enough, some of the streamers look like fangs.”
The Kid was nodding. “I’ll be darned. She’s right, Sam.”
