When he did so he found an army officer with the twin bands of the Bolivian medical corps on his sleeves sitting beside him. There was a hypodermic syringe in his hand and he was cleaning the needle on his pocket handkerchief. He smiled when he saw that Dunnett was looking at him. “Near shave,” he said cheerfully. “You went under the boat. We couldn’t find you.” Dunnett tried to raise himself on his elbow, but found that there was no strength left in him. “The girl,” he said. “Is she all right?” The doctor smiled back again. “She’s all right,” he said. “We got her out first.” When he was strong enough to move, Dunnett could see Carmel. She was lying on a pile of deck cushions under the awning. Everyone who wasn’t actually engaged in navigating the launch was doing something for her. The Peruvian military attaché was particularly engaged. He had a drink in his hand and was holding it to her lips. Dunnett looked for a moment at the little scene and then closed his eyes again.
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