Cdap， ter One<br > He glanced about the rusty wlaeeln~<br >cocked an ear. "Can you see anything<br > "No. Hurry." Tension rasped in tl~<br >French， half-Arawak Indian youth.<br > "I heard something."<br > "I d hear it before you，" Peta said.<br >Peerl<br >leek?<br >the E<br > "You may know the sounds of the torest， out I Know<br >the sounds of men，" Durell said.<br > It did not surprise him that someone else was at the<br >darkened wreck. After Boyer， he would be next on the<br >murderer s list， of course.<br > DureU listened again， his electric torch lying beside<br >his knee. A motorboat frog puttered， down among the<br >anacondas and cayman alligators. There was the tireless<br >stirring of the tradewind through crowns of mangrove and<br >white cedar， manni and crabtree， as it cooled the Atlantic<br >shore of tropical Guyana. Through the broken windows<br >of the wheelhouse came a stench compounded of bog and<br >decay， the watery overscent Rf the thrusting river that<br >had lured Sir Walter Raleigh tbward a mythical E1 Do-<br >rado.<br > Durell forced an impatient breath through his nostrils，<br >and said: "It s no use. All the screws are frozen in place.<br >Dick couldn t have hidden anything here. The binnacle<br >hasn t been touched in years."<br > "Keep looking." Peta s hand suddenly held a flat-<br > 5<br ><br >