they all go?â
Trewin replied savagely, âThat poor, raving lieutenant was part of a battalion at Kota Bharu. Theyâve been fighting and falling back, regrouping and falling back, since the whole thing started. Even now he doesnât believe his men have run away!â
Kane said angrily, ââE said there were tanks on the road. And âis men âave never seen a bloody tank in their lives, can you imagine that?â
âTanks, retreats, what the bloody difference does it make now?â Trewin quickened his pace. âWeâve got the ship to worry about.â He steadied his voice with an effort and looked hard at Hammond. âThe Japs are further south already!â He watched his words strike home. âThey by-passed this sector
yesterday
!â He slammed his hands together. âAnyone left back here will go in the bag when the Japs start mopping up the stragglers.â He wiped his face wearily. âGod knows how they missed the lieutenant when they came over the ridge, but he was lucky.â
Kane muttered, âNot like them others, sir.â He shot Hammond a glance. âWe found about a dozen Aussie soldiers on the edge of the village.â His voice shook with anger and barely suppressed horror. âTheir âands were tied behind âem! They were dead!â
Hammond asked quietly, âHad they been shot?â
Trewin had hurried ahead, but over his shoulder he called harshly, âTell him, Kane! Tell him how the bastards had left them!â
Kane looked away. âTheir âeads âad been cut off, sir! They was stuck on stakes by the side of the roadâ¦â He broke off, his normally impassive features sick with disgust.
Breathless and gasping they reached the beach where the motor boat waited to receive them. The
Grayling
was already under way, and the
Porcupine
âs cable was bar-taut and ready to up anchor.
Hammond sat with the soldierâs shoulders propped against his legs as the boat spurted towards the ship, his eyes fixed on the manâs loose, sun-dried mouth. On the opposite side of the small cockpit Trewin stared fixedly at the shore, his eyes cold and hard beneath his cap.
The soldierâs body twisted in a sudden convulsion and he shouted, âSergeant! Tell those men to march in step!â A thread of saliva ran down his chin as he continued in a flat, toneless voice, âRemember that this is the
First
Battalion, not the bloody sappers!â
Trewin said, âKeep that man
quiet,
Sub.â
One of the seamen muttered, âMy God! Poor bastard!â
As the boat reached the shipâs side and men jumped down to help the delirious soldier aboard, Trewin said, âGet the boat hoisted, Sub! Iâm going to the bridge.â
Hammond waited by the guardrails until the motor boat was lashed, still dripping, against her davits, then with a quick glance towards the empty beach ran up the bridge ladder. The deck was trembling as the ship gathered way, and from forward he could hear Dancy yelling at the anchor party. Corbett was in his chair, as if he had never moved, and Trewin was standing beside him on the gratings, his face hidden in shadow.
Hammond heard Corbett say, âWe should have been
told.
We were sent too far north.â
Trewin replied, âItâs the most stupid piece of bungling Iâve ever seen!â He sounded calm, but his hands were bunched at his sides gripping his torn trousers as if for support. He continued, âThe whole front must have collapsed. Theyâre falling back like a lot of bloody rabbits!â
Corbett turned and looked up at him, his face expressionless. âRight now we have to get under way, Trewin. Thereâll be time enough later to hear your interpretations of all this.â
A look-outâs voice echoed around the bridge. âAircraft, sir! Bearing green four five! Angle of sight two oh!â
Trewin did not look round. âThe
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