Graham moved faster and soon reached the other bank. He at once scrambled up and moved in among the trees. Peter heaved a sigh of relief. If anyone was going to shoot they have left it too late, he decided. A minute later he also crouched behind a tree on the far bank. Graham lay behind a bush and was carefully scrutinizing the surrounding forest. The bank was low, only a couple of metres above the water level, and was obviously covered by any floods. Along this flat ran a vehicle track which wound its way among the trees. Ten metres beyond was a higher bank covered with forest and undergrowth. Graham quickly scouted downstream towards where the vehicle belonging to the two men could just be seen. Smoke drifted into view from a campfire. Peter went the other way, his heart beating fast and his mouth dry with fear. There was no sign of any lurking ambush so he returned to the crossing point. Graham came back and gave a thumbs-up. “You get the others across. I will cover you from further along the bank here,”
