Force 10 From Navarone n-2

by Alistair MacLean

  There was a considerable amount of metallic screeching and swearing coming from the cabin after perhaps half a minute Andrea said: 'That's the lot.'

  'Shove,' Mallory ordered.

  They shoved, heels jammed in the sleepers and backs to the locomotive, and this time the locomotive moved off so easily, albeit with a tortured squealing of rusted wheels, that most of those pushing were caught wholly by surprise and fell on their back on the track. Moments later they were on their feet and running after the locomotive which was already perceptibly beginning to increase speed. Andrea reached down from the cab, swung Maria and Petar aboard m turn, then lent a helping hand to the others. The last Groves, was reaching for the footplate when he sudden I v braked, swung round, ran back to the ponies, unhitched the climbing ropes, flung them over his shoulder and chased after the locomotive again. Mallory reached down and helped him on to the footplate.

  'It's not my day,' Mallory said sadly. 'Evening rather First, I forget about Baer's duplicate keys. Then about the ponies. Then about the brakes. Now the ropes I wonder what I'll forget about next?'

  'Perhaps about Neufeld and Droshny.' Reynolds voice was carefully without expression.

  'What about Neufeld and Droshny?'

  Reynolds pointed back up the railway track with barrel of his Schmeisser. 'Permission to fire, sir.' Mallory swung round. Neufeld, Droshny and and an indeterminate number of other pony-mounted soldiers had just appeared around a bend in the track and were more than a hundred yards away, 'permission to fire,' Mallory agreed. 'The rest of get down.' He unslung and brought up his own Schmeisser just as Reynolds squeezed the trigger of his, For perhaps five seconds the closed metallic confines of the tiny cabin reverberated deafeningly to the crash of the two machine-pistols, then, at a nudge from Mallory, the two men stopped firing. There was no target left to fire at. Neufeld and his men had loosed off a few preliminary shots but immediately realized that the wildly swaying saddles of their ponies made an impossibly unsteady firing position as compared to cab of the locomotive and had pulled their ponies into the woods on either side of the track. But not all of them had pulled off in time: two men lay motionless and face down in the snow while their ponies still galloped down the track in the wake of the locomotive.

  Miller rose, glanced wordlessly at the scene behind, tapped Mallory on the arm. 'A small point occurs me, sir. How do we stop this thing.' He gazed apprehensively through the cab window. 'Must be doing sixty already.'

  'Well, we're doing at least twenty,' Mallory said agreeably. 'But fast enough to out-distance those ponies. Ask Andrea. He released the brake.'

  'He released a dozen levers,' Miller corrected. 'Any could have been the brake.'

  'Well, you're not going to sit around doing nothing,?' Mallory asked reasonably. 'Find out how to stop the damn thing.'

  Miller looked at him coldly and set about trying to find out how to stop the damn thing. Mallory turned as Reynolds touched him on the arm. 'Well?'

  Reynolds had an arm round Maria to steady her on the now swaying platform. He whispered: They going to get us, sir. They're going to get us for sure. Why don't we stop and leave those two, sir? Give them a chance to escape into the woods?'

  'Thanks for the thought. But don't be mad. With us they have a chance — a small one to be sure, but a chance. Stay behind and they'll be butchered.'

  The locomotive was no longer doing the twenty miles per hour Mallory had mentioned and if it hadn't approached the figure that Miller had so fearfully mentioned it was certainly going quickly enough to make it rattle and sway to what appeared to be the very limits of its stability. By this time the last of the trees to the right of the track had petered out, the darkened waters of the Neretva dam were clearly visible to the west and the railway track was now running very close indeed to the edge of what appeared to be a dangerously steep precipice. Mallory looked back into the cab. With the exception of Andrea, every one now wore expressions of considerable apprehension their faces. Mallory said: 'Found out how to stop this damn thing yet?'

  'Easy.' Andrea indicated a lever. 'This handle here.'

  'Okay, brakeman. I want to have a look.'

  To the evident relief of most of the passenger in the cab, Andrea leaned back on the brake-lever. There was an eldritch screeching that set teeth on edge, clouds of sparks flew up past the sides of the cab as some wheels or other locked solid in the lines, then the locomotive eased slowly to a halt, both the intensity of sound from the squealing brakes and the number of sparks diminishing as it did so. Andrea, duty done, leaned out of the side of the cab with the bored aplomb of the crack loco engineer: one had the feeling that all he really wanted in life that moment was a piece of oily waste and a whistle-cord to pull.

  Mallory and Miller climbed down and ran to the edge of the cliff, less than twenty yards away. At st Mallory did. Miller made a much more cautious j>roach, inching forward the last few feet on hands id knees. He hitched one cautious eye over the edge of It precipice, screwed both eyes shut, looked away and st as cautiously inched his way back from the edge of [the cliff: Miller claimed that he couldn't even stand on the bottom step of a ladder without succumbing to the I overwhelming compulsion to throw himself into the abyss.

  Mallory gazed down thoughtfully into the depths. They were, he saw, directly over the top of the dam wall, which, in the strangely shadowed half-light cast by the moon, seemed almost impossibly far below in the dizzying depths. The broad top of the dam wall was brightly lit by floodlights and patrolled by at least half a dozen German soldiers, jackbooted and helmeted. Beyond the dam, on the lower side, the ladder Maria had spoken of was invisible, but the frail-looking swing bridge, still menaced by the massive bulk of the boulder on the scree on the left bank, and farther down, ' the white water indicating what might or might not have been a possible — or passable — ford were plainly In sight. Mallory, momentarily abstracted in thought, gazed at the scene below for several moments, recalled that the pursuit must be again coming uncomfortably close and hurriedly made his way back to the locomotive. He said to Andrea: 'About a mile and a half, I should think. No more.' He turned to Maria. 'You know there's a ford — or what seems to be a ford some way below the dam. Is there a way down?'

  'For a mountain goat.'

  'Don't insult him,' Miller said reprovingly.

  'I don't understand.'

  'Ignore him,' Mallory said. 'Just tell us when we get there.'

  Some five or six miles below the Neretva dam General Zimmermann paced up and down the fringe of the pine forest bordering the meadow to the south of the bridge at Neretva. Beside him paced a colonel, one of his divisional commanders. To the south of them could just dimly be discerned the shapes of hundreds of men and scores of tanks and other vehicles, vehicles with all their protective camouflage now removed, each tank and vehicle surrounded by its coterie of attendants making last-minute and probably wholly unnecessary adjustments. The time for hiding was over. The waiting was coming to an end. Zimmermann glanced;ii his watch.

  'Twelve-thirty. The first infantry battalions start moving across in fifteen minutes, and spread out along the north bank. The tanks at two o'clock.'

  'Yes, sir.' The details had been arranged many hour-, ago, but somehow one always found it necessary to repeat the instructions and the acknowledgements The colonel gazed to the north. 'I sometimes wonder if there's anybody at all across there.'

  'It's not the north I'm worrying about,' Zimmerman said sombrely. 'It's the west.'

  'The Allies? You — you think their air armadas will come soon? It's still in your bones, Herr General?'

  'Still in my bones. It's coming soon. For me, for you, for all of us.' He shivered, then forced a smile. Some ill-mannered lout has just walked over my grave.'

  CHAPTER TEN

  Saturday 0040-0120

  'We're coming up to it now,' Maria said. Blonde hair streaming in the passing wind, she peered out again through the cab window of the clanking, swaying locomotive, withdrew her head and
turned to Mallory. 'About three hundred metres.'

  Mallory glanced at Andrea. 'You heard, brakeman?'

  'I heard.' Andrea leaned hard on the brake lever. The result was as before, a banshee shrieking of locked wheels on the rusty lines and a pyrotechnical display of sparks. The locomotive came to a juddering halt as Andrea looked out his cab window and observed a V shaped gap in the edge of the cliff directly opposite where they had come to a stop. 'Within the yard, I should say?'

  'Within the yard,' Mallory agreed. 'If you're unemployed after the war, there should always be a place for you in a shunter's yard.' He swung down to the side of the track, lent a helping hand to Maria and Petar, waited until Miller, Reynolds and Groves had jumped down, then said impatiently to Andrea: 'Well, hurry up, then.'

  'Coming,' Andrea said peaceably. He pushed the handbrake all the way off, jumped down, and gave the locomotive a shove: the ancient vehicle at once moved off, gathering speed as it went. 'You never know,' Andrea said wistfully. 'It might hit somebody somewhere.'

  They ran towards the cut in the edge of the cliff, a but which obviously represented the beginning of some prehistoric landslide down to the bed of the Neretva, a maelstrom of white water far below, the boiling rapids resulting from scores of huge boulders which had slipped from this landslide in that distant aeon. By some exercise of the imagination, that scar in the side the cliff-face might just perhaps have been called a gully, but it was in fact an almost perpendicular drop scree and shale and small boulders, all of it treacherous and unstable to a frightening degree, the whole dangerous sweep broken only by a small ledge of jutting lock about halfway down. Miller took one brief glance it this terrifying prospect, stepped hurriedly back from the edge of the cliff and looked at Mallory in a silently dismayed incredulity.

  'I'm afraid so,' Mallory said.

  'But this is terrible. Even when I climbed the south cliff in Navarone — '

  'You didn't climb the south cliff in Navarone,' Mallory said unkindly. 'Andrea and I pulled you up út the end of a rope.'

  'Did you? I forget. But this — this is a climber's nightmare.'

  'So we don't have to climb it. Just lower ourselves down. You'll be all right — as long as you don't start rolling.'

  'I'll be all right as long as I don't start rolling,' Miller repeated mechanically. He watched Mallory join two ropes together and pass them around the bole of a stunted pine. 'How about Petar and Maria?'

  'Petar doesn't have to see to make this descent. All he has to do is to lower himself on this rope — and Petar is as strong as a horse. Somebody will be down there before him to guide his feet on to the ledge. Andrea will look after the young lady here. Now hurry. Neufeld and his men will be up with us any minute here — and if they catch up on this cliff-face, well that's that. Andrea, off you go with Maria.'

  Immediately, Andrea and the girl swung over the edge of the gully and began to lower themselves swiftly down the rope. Groves watched them, hesitated, then moved towards Mallory.

  'I'll go last, sir, and take the rope with me.'

  Miller took his arm and led him some feet away. He said, kindly: 'Generous, son, generous, but it's just not on. Not as long as Dusty Miller's life depends on it. In a situation like this, I must explain, all our lives depend upon the anchorman. The Captain, I am informed, is the best anchorman in the world.'

  'He's what?'

  'It's one of the non-coincidences why he was chosen to lead this mission. Bosnia is known to have rocks and cliffs and mountains all over it. Mallory was climbing the Himalayas, laddie, before you were climbing out of your cot. Even you are not too young to have heard of him.'

  'Keith Mallory? The New Zealander?'

  'Indeed. Used to chase sheep around, I gather. Come on, your turn.'

  The first five made it safely. Even the last but one, Miller, made the descent to the ledge without incident, principally by employing his favourite mountain-climbing technique of keeping his eyes closed all the time. Then Mallory came last, coiling the rope with him as he came, moving quickly and surely and hardly ever seeming to look where he put his feet but at the same time not as much as disturbing the slightest pebble or piece of shale. Groves observed the descent with a look of almost awed disbelief in his eyes

  Mallory peered over the edge of the ledge. Because of a slight bend in the gorge above, there was a sharp cut-off in the moonlight just below where they stood iŻ that while the phosphorescent whiteness of the rapids was in clear moonlight, the lower part of the >pe beneath their feet was in deep shadow. Even as watched, the moon was obscured by a shadow, and the dimly-seen detail in the slope below vanished. Mallory knew that they could never afford to wait until the moon reappeared, for Neufeld and his men could well have arrived by then. Mallory belayed a rope round an outcrop of rock and said to Andrea and Maria: 'This one's really dangerous. Watch for loose boulders.'

  Andrea and Maria took well over a minute to make this invisible descent, a double tug on the rope announcing their safe arrival at the bottom. On the way down they had started several small avalanches, but Mallory had no fears that the next man down would trigger off a fall of rock that would injure or even kill Andrea and Maria; Andrea had lived too long and too dangerously to die in so useless and so foolish a fashion and he would undoubtedly warn the next man down if the same danger. For the tenth time Mallory glanced up towards the top of the slope they had just descended but if Neufeld, Droshny and his men had just arrived they were keeping very quiet about it and being most circumspect indeed: it was not a difficult conclusion to arrive at that, after the events of the past few hours, circumspection would be the last thing in their minds.

  The moon broke through again as Mallory finally made his descent. He cursed the exposure it might offer if any of the enemy suddenly appeared on the cliff top, even although he knew that Andrea would guarding against precisely that danger; on the other hand it afforded him the opportunity of descending at twice the speed he could have made in the earlier darkness. The watchers below watched tensely as Mallory, without any benefit of rope, made his perilous descent: but he never even looked like making one mistake. He descended safely to the boulder-strewn shore and gazed out over the rapids.

  He said to no one in particular: 'You know what's going to happen if they arrive at the top and find us halfway across here and the moon shining down on us?' The ensuing silence left no doubt but they all knew what was going to happen. 'Now is all the time. Reynolds, you think you can make it?' Reynolds nodded. 'Then leave your gun.'

  Mallory knotted a bowline round Reynolds's waist, taking the strain, if one were to arise, with Andrea and Groves. Reynolds launched himself bodily into the rapids, heading for the first of the rounded boulders which offered so treacherous a hold in that seething foam. Twice he was knocked off his feet, twice he regained them, reached the rock, but immediately beyond it was washed away off balance and swept down-river. The men on the bank hauled him ashore again, coughing and spluttering and fighting mad. Without a word to or look at anybody Reynolds again hurled himself into the rapids, and this time so determined was the fury of his assault that he succeeded in reaching the far bank without once being knocked off his feet.

  He dragged himself on to the stony beach, lay there for some moments recovering from his exhaustion, then rose, crossed to a stunted pine at the base of the cliff rising on the other side, undid the rope round his waist and belayed it securely round the bole of the tree. Mallory, on his side, took two turns round a large rock and gestured to Andrea and the girl.

  Mallory glanced upwards again to the top of the gully. There were still no signs of the enemy. Even Mallory felt that they could afford to wait no longer, that they had already pushed their luck too far. Andrea and Maria were barely halfway across when he id Groves to give Petar a hand across the rapids. He to God the rope would hold, but hold it did for Andrea and Maria made it safely to the far bank. No sooner had they grounded than Mallory sent Miller on i way, carrying a pile of automatic arms over h
is left shoulder.

  Groves and Petar also made the crossing without incident. Mallory himself had to wait until Miller reached the far bank, for he knew the chances of his being carried away were high and if he were, then Miller too would be precipitated into the water. And their guns rendered useless.

  Mallory waited until he saw Andrea give Miller a hand into the shallow water on the far bank and waited no longer. He unwound the rope from the rock he had been using as a belay, fastened a bowline round his own waist and plunged into the water. He was swept away at exactly the same point where Reynolds had been on his first attempt and was finally dragged ashore by his friends on the far bank with a fair amount of the waters of the Neretva in his stomach but otherwise unharmed.

  'Any injuries, any cracked bones or skulls?' Mallory joked. He himself felt as if he had been over Niagara barrel. 'No? Fine.' He looked at Miller. 'You stay ire with me. Andrea, take the others up round the far corner there and wait for us.' 'Me?' Andrea objected mildly. He nodded towards He gully. 'We've got friends that might be coming own there at any moment.' Mallory took him some little way aside. 'We also have friends,' he said quietly, 'who might just possibly be coming down-river from the dam garrison.' He nodded at the two sergeants, Petar and Maria. 'What would happen to them if they ran into an Alpenkorps patrol, do you think?'

  'I'll wait for you round the corner.'

  Andrea and the four others made their slow way up-river, slipping and stumbling over the wetly slimy rocks and boulders. Mallory and Miller withdrew into the protection and concealment of two large boulders and stared upwards.

  Several minutes passed. The moon still shone and the top of the gully was still innocent of any sign of the enemy. Miller said uneasily: 'What do you think has gone wrong? They're taking a damned long time about turning up.'