CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Providence Bay

We ran alongside, loping at half speed, while the ‘Lindy’ sprinted at top revolutions. The larger vessel refused to slow down. The way things stood, there was simply no hope of getting aboard. I bent down to Hathoot, who was half-propped up against the Zodiac’s rounded rubber hull. I monitored his vital signs. He awakened at my touch. Once again, his eyes were fully dilated from the effects of the large dose of morphine.