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ecessary。　〃
　There　was　a　delay；　then　a　shudder；　as　the　ship　began　to　slow　and　turn。
　〃This　isn't　going　to　work；〃　Howell　muttered。
　Glinn　did　not　bother　to　answer。　He　knew　that；　in　fact；　the　tactic　would　work。　Even　if　the　electronic　countermeasures　failed；　Vallenar　would　be　aiming　high　at　the　bow；　where　it　would　cause　the　most　excitement　with　the　least　damage。　He　wouldn't　try　to　sink　the　Rolvaag　…　not　yet；　at　any　rate。
　A　long　two　minutes　passed　in　the　darkness。　Then　there　was　an　eruption　of　light　along　the　side　of　the　destroyer　as　its　four…inch　guns　fired。　Some　tense　seconds　later；　there　was　an　explosion　off　the　Rolvaag's　port　bow；　and　another；　and　a　third；　faint　geysers　of　water　rising　in　the　darkness　and　twisting　away　in　the　wind。　Glinn　noted　that；　as　he　expected；　the　shells　were　going　wide。
　The　officers　on　the　bridge　exchanged　pale；　shocked　glances。　Glinn　watched　them　with　sympathy。　He　knew　that；　even　in　the　best　of　circumstances；　ing　under　fire　for　the　first　time　was　traumatic。
　〃I'm　getting　movement　on　the　destroyer；〃　Howell　said；　staring　at　the　radar。
　〃May　I　suggest　all　ahead　flank；　steady　course　one　eight　zero；〃　Glinn　said　gently。
　The　helmsman　did　not　repeat　the　order；　instead　glancing　over　at　the　captain。　〃That'll　take　us　out　of　the　main　channel；　inside　the　reefs；〃　he　said；　voice　wavering　ever　so　slightly。　〃They're　uncharted。。。〃
　Glinn　motioned　to　Puppup。
　〃Yes；　guv？〃
　〃We're　taking　the　reef　side　of　the　channel。〃
　〃Sure　thing。〃　Puppup　skipped　over　to　stand　beside　the　helmsman。
　Britton　sighed。　〃Execute　the　order。〃
　Surf　crashed　into　the　bow；　sending　foam　across　the　deck。　Puppup　peered　out　into　the　dark。
　〃Take　it　a　little　to　the　left；　there。〃
　〃Make　it　so；　Mr。　Howell；〃　Britton　said　tersely。
　〃Left　five　degrees　rudder；〃　said　Howell；　〃steady　on　course　one　seven　five。〃
　There　was　a　moment　of　strained　silence。　Then　the　helmsman　spoke。　〃Aye；　sir；　steady　at　one　seven　five。〃
　Howell　leaned　over　the　radar。　〃They're　picking　up　speed；　up　to　twelve　knots　now　to　our　eight。〃　He　stared　hard　at　Glinn。　〃What　the　hell's　your　plan　now？〃　he　asked。　〃You　think　we　can　outrun　that　bastard？　You　crazy？　In　a　few　minutes　he'll　be　close　enough　to　sink　us　with　his　four…inchers；　despite　our　jamming。〃
　〃Mr。　Howell！〃　Britton　said　sharply。　The　chief　mate　fell　silent。
　Glinn　glanced　at　his　man　at　the　puter。　〃Armed？〃　he　asked。
　The　man　nodded。
　〃Wait　for　my　signal。〃
　Glinn　looked　out　through　the　window　at　the　destroyer。　He；　too；　could　see　it　was　now　moving　faster　through　the　water。　Even　an　old　warship　like　that　could　do　thirty…four　knots。　It　was　a　beautiful　sight；　in　the　dark　at　least：　the　brilliant　cluster　of　lights；　the　〃bone　in　the　throat；〃　the　watery　reflections　off　the　underside　of　the　gun　turrets。　He　waited　another　moment；　letting　the　destroyer　build　up　plenty　of　headway。
　〃Fire　in　the　hole。〃
　It　was　gratifying　to　see　the　two　sudden　geysers　of　water　rip　along　the　destroyer's　stern；　to　see　the　high　wind　carry　the　water　right　across　the　flying　bridge；　and；　more　gratifying　still；　to　hear　the　twin　reports；　barely　seven　seconds　later。　He　watched　as　the　destroyer　began　to　swing　broadside　to　the　swell。
　With　both　screws　stripped；　andante　Vallenar　would　swiftly　end　up　on　the　rocks。　Glinn　wondered；　with　faint　amusement；　how　Vallenar　would　now　explain　the　loss　of　his　ship。　Assuming　he　survived；　of　course。
　There　was　a　report　from　the　destroyer；　and　then　another：　it　was　firing　its　four…inch　guns　again。　Then　the　reports　were　punctuated　with　the　higher　sound　of　40…millimeter　cannon。　In　a　moment；　all　the　ship's　guns　were　firing　in　a　furious　gesture　of　impotent　rage；　the　cluster　of　flashes　like　manic　strobes　against　the　velvety　darkness　of　the　sea。　But　with　the　Almirante　Ramirez's　radar　useless；　their　steerage　gone；　their　ship　wallowing　broadside　to　a　heavy　sea；　and　the　Rolvaag　in　blackout；　slipping　away　into　the　dark　night　on　a　new　course；　their　shots　were；　naturally；　going　wild。
　〃A　touch　more　to　the　left　there；　guv；〃　said　Puppup；　stroking　one　mustache；　squinting　into　the　darkness。
　〃Left　five　degrees　rudder；〃　said　Britton　to　the　helmsman；　without　waiting　for　Howell。
　The　ship　changed　course　almost　imperceptibly。
　Puppup　peered　out　intently。　The　minutes　ticked　on。　Then　he　bent　his　head　toward　Glinn。　〃We're　out　of　it。〃
　Britton　watched　him　retreat　again　to　the　far　shadows　of　the　bridge。　〃Steady　as　she　goes；〃　she　said。　〃All　ahead　flank。〃
　The　massive　reports　continued　to　echo　crazily　among　the　mountain　peaks　and　silent　glaciers；　rolling　and　booming；　gradually　growing　fainter。　Soon　they　were　heading　into　the　open　ocean。
　Thirty　minutes　later；　on　the　west　side　of　Horn　Island；　they　slowed　just　long　enough　to　make　a　running　recovery　of　the　tender。
　Then　Britton　spoke：　〃Take　her　round　the　Horn；　Mr。　Howell。〃
　Cabo　de　Hornos　came　dimly　into　view　and　the　sound　of　firing　finally　disappeared；　swallowed　by　the　howl　of　the　wind　and　the　thunder　of　the　sea　along　the　hull。　It　was　over。　Glinn　had　never　once　looked　back　at　Desolation　Island　…　at　the　bright　lights　of　its　works；　at　the　machines　that　still　raced　furiously　on　their　imaginary　errands。　Now；　with　the　op　pleted；　he　felt　his　breathing　pick　up；　his　heart　rate　begin　to　increase　again。
　〃Mr。　Glinn？〃
　It　was　Britton。　She　was　looking　at　him；　her　eyes　luminous　and　intense。
　〃Yes？〃
　〃How　are　you　going　to　explain　the　sinking　of　a　warship　of　a　foreign　nation？〃
　〃They　fired　first。　We　acted　in　self…defense。　Besides；　our　charges　only　knocked　out　their　steerage。　The　panteonero　will　sink　them。〃
　〃That　isn't　going　to　cut　it。　We'll　be　lucky　not　to　spend　the　rest　of　our　lives　in　prison。〃
　〃I　respectfully　disagree；　Captain。　Everything　we've　done　has　been　legal。　Everything。　We　were　a　legal　mining　operation。　We　recovered　an　ore　body；　a　meteorite；　it　so　happens；　which　fell　well　within　the　legal　language　of　our　mining　contract　with　Chile。　From　the　very　beginning；　we　were　harassed；　forced　to　pay　bribes；　and　threatened。　One　of　our　men　was　murdered。　Finally；　as　we　departed；　we　were　fired　upon　by　a　freelancing　warship。　And　yet；　during　this　entire　period；　there　was　no　warning　to　us　from　the　Chilean　government；　no　official　munication　whatsoever。　I　assure　you；　we're　going　to　lodge　the　strongest　possible　protest　with　the　State　Department　on　our　return。　We've　been　treated　outrageously。〃　He　paused；　then　added　with　the　faintest　of　smiles；　〃You　don't　really　think　our　government　will　see　it　any　other　way；　do　you？〃
　Britton　continued　regarding　him；　her　eyes　quite　beautifully　green；　for　what　seemed　a　long　time。　Now　she　came　close　and　spoke　in　his　ear。
　〃You　know　what？〃　she　whispered。　〃I　think　you're　certifiable。〃
　There　was；　Glinn　thought；　a　note　of　admiration　in　her　voice。
　
　Rolvaag；
　4：00　A。M。
　
　PALMER　LLOYD　sat　in　his　study；　slouched　deep　in　the　lone　upright　wing　chair；　his　broad　back　to　the　door。　His　custommade　English　shoes；　now　dry；　had　nudged　the　useless　phone　and　laptop　to　one　er　of　the　small　table。　Outside　the　bank　of　windows；　a　faint　phosphorescence　lay　across　the　violent　surface　of　the　ocean；　throwing　rippling　patterns　of　green　light　around　the　darkened　study；　giving　the　impression　that　the　room　lay　on　the　bottom　of　the　sea。
　Lloyd　gazed　out　motionlessly　at　that　faint　light。　He　had　sat　motionless　through　it　all：　the　firing　of　the　guns；　the　brief　chase　with　the　Chilean　destroyer；　the　explosions；　the　tempestuous　trip　around　the　Cape。
　With　a　soft　click；　the　lights　in　the　study　came　on；　instantly　turning　the　stormscape　beyond　the　windows　to　an　indistinct　black。　In　the　private　office　beyond；　the　wall　of　television　sets　lit　up；　suddenly　crowded　with　dozens　of　silent　talking　heads。　Further；　in　the　suite　of　offices；　a　telephone　rang；　then　another；　and　another。　Still　Palmer　Lloyd　did　not　move。
　Even　Lloyd　could　not　say　precisely　what　was　going　through　his　mind。　Over　the　dark　hours；　there　had　been　anger；　of　course；　there　had　been　frustration；　humiliation；　denial。　All　these　feelings　he　understood。　Glinn　had　summarily　removed　him　from　the　bridge；　clipped　his　wings；　left　him　powerless。　Such　a　thing　had　never　happened　to　him　before。　What　he　could　not　quite　understand　…　what　he　could　not　explain　…　was　the　growing　feeling　of　joy　that　shot　through　all　these　other　feelings；　suffusing　them　like　light　through　a　screen。　The　loading　of　the　rock；　the　disabling　of　the　Chilean　ship；　had　been　a　magnificent　piece　of　work。
　Under　the　unexpected　glare　of　self…examination；　Lloyd　realized　that　Glinn　had　been　correct　to　send　him　away。　His　own　bull…in…a…china…shop　methods　would　have　been　disastrous　alongside　such　a　carefully　balanced　scheme。　And　now　the　lights　were　back　on。　Glinn's　message　to　him　was　crystal　clear。
　He　remained　still；　a　fixed　spot　at　the　center　of　freshly　renewed　activity；　and　thought　about　his　past　successes。　This；　too；　would　be　a　success。　Thanks　to　Glinn。
　And　who　had　hired　Glinn？　Who　had　chosen　the　right　man　…　the　only　man　…　for　the　job？　Despite　the　humiliation；　Lloyd　congratulated　himself　on　his　choice。　He　had　chosen　well。　He　had　succeeded。　The　meteorite　was　safely　aboard。　With　the　destroyer　out　of　action；　nothing　could　stop　them。　Soon；　they　would　be　in　international　waters。　And　then　it　was　a　straight　shot　to　New　York。　There　would　be　an　uproar；　of　co