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.As they approached the first bend, Nate glanced over his shoulderand saw theGuato, still standing in the water.Page 96 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe time was almost 4 P.M.With luck, they could make it past the large lakesbefore dark, then onto the Cabixa.Welly would be waiting, with beans andrice.As Nate did these quick calculations, he felt the first raindrops.83THE FLAW in the motor was not dirty spark plugs.It shut down completely fiftyminutes into the return leg.The boat drifted with the current while Jevyremoved the cover and attacked the carburetor with a screwdriver.Nate askedif he could help, and was quickly informed that he could not.At least notwith the engine.He could, however, take a bucket and begin dipping out therainwater.And he could take a paddle and keep them in the center of theriver, whatever it was named.He did both.The current kept them moving, although at a much slower pace thanNate preferred.The rain was intermittent.The river grew shallow as theyapproached a sharp curve, but Jevy was too busy to notice.The boat gainedspeed, and the rapids shoved it toward a thicket of dense brush. I need some help here, Nate said.Jevy grabbed a paddle.He turned the boat so the bow would hit and it wouldn'tflip. Hold on! he said as they rammed into the thicket.Vines and branches flewaround Nate and he fought them with his paddle.A small snake dropped into the boat just over Nate's shoulder.He didn't seeit.Jevy scooped it up with his paddle and flung it into the river.It wasbest not to mention it.They battled the current for a few minutes, as well as battling each other.Nate somehow managed to push water in all the wrong directions.His enthusiasmfor paddling kept the boat precariously close to rolling.When they were free again, away from the brush and the wildlife, Jevyconfiscated both paddles and found a new job for Nate.He asked him to standover the motor, holding his poncho wide to keep the rain off the carburetor.So Nate hovered, sort of like an angel with his arms spread, one foot on a gastank, one foot on the side of the boat, frozen with fear.Twenty minutes dragged by, as they drifted aimlessly down the narrow river.ThePhelan estate could purchase every shiny new outboard motor in Brazil, andhere Nate was watching an amateur mechanic try to patch one that was olderthan he was.Jevy bolted the top on it, then worked with the throttle for an eternity.Heyanked the starter rope, as Nate found himself saying a prayer.On the fourthpull, the miracle happened.The engine howled, though not as smoothly asbefore.It missed and sputtered, and Jevy adjusted throttle cables withoutmuch luck. We'll have to go slower, he reported, without looking at Nate. Fine.As long as we know where we are. No problem. The storm crept over the mountains of Bolivia, then roared into the Pantanal,much like the one that had almost killed them in the airplane.Nate wassitting low in the boat, under the safety of his poncho, watching the river tothe east, searching for something familiar, when he felt the first gust ofwind.And the rain suddenly fell harder.He slowly turned and looked behindhim.Jevy had already seen it, but said nothing.The sky was dark gray, almost black.Clouds boiled low to the ground so thatthe mountains could not be seen.The rain began to drench them.Nate feltcompletely exposed and helpless.There was nowhere to hide, no safe harbor to dock at and ride out the storm.There was nothing but water around them, water for miles in all directions.They were in the middle of a flood, with only the tops of the brush and a fewtrees to guide them through the rivers and swamps.They would stay in the boatPage 97 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbecause they had no choice.A gale swept in behind them, driving the boat forward as the rain pelted theirbacks.The sky darkened.Nate wanted to curl up under his aluminum bench, clutch hisfloatable cushion, and hide as much as possible under his poncho.But thewater was accumulating around his feet.The supplies were getting wet.He tookhis bucket and began shoveling rainwater [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.As they approached the first bend, Nate glanced over his shoulderand saw theGuato, still standing in the water.Page 96 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe time was almost 4 P.M.With luck, they could make it past the large lakesbefore dark, then onto the Cabixa.Welly would be waiting, with beans andrice.As Nate did these quick calculations, he felt the first raindrops.83THE FLAW in the motor was not dirty spark plugs.It shut down completely fiftyminutes into the return leg.The boat drifted with the current while Jevyremoved the cover and attacked the carburetor with a screwdriver.Nate askedif he could help, and was quickly informed that he could not.At least notwith the engine.He could, however, take a bucket and begin dipping out therainwater.And he could take a paddle and keep them in the center of theriver, whatever it was named.He did both.The current kept them moving, although at a much slower pace thanNate preferred.The rain was intermittent.The river grew shallow as theyapproached a sharp curve, but Jevy was too busy to notice.The boat gainedspeed, and the rapids shoved it toward a thicket of dense brush. I need some help here, Nate said.Jevy grabbed a paddle.He turned the boat so the bow would hit and it wouldn'tflip. Hold on! he said as they rammed into the thicket.Vines and branches flewaround Nate and he fought them with his paddle.A small snake dropped into the boat just over Nate's shoulder.He didn't seeit.Jevy scooped it up with his paddle and flung it into the river.It wasbest not to mention it.They battled the current for a few minutes, as well as battling each other.Nate somehow managed to push water in all the wrong directions.His enthusiasmfor paddling kept the boat precariously close to rolling.When they were free again, away from the brush and the wildlife, Jevyconfiscated both paddles and found a new job for Nate.He asked him to standover the motor, holding his poncho wide to keep the rain off the carburetor.So Nate hovered, sort of like an angel with his arms spread, one foot on a gastank, one foot on the side of the boat, frozen with fear.Twenty minutes dragged by, as they drifted aimlessly down the narrow river.ThePhelan estate could purchase every shiny new outboard motor in Brazil, andhere Nate was watching an amateur mechanic try to patch one that was olderthan he was.Jevy bolted the top on it, then worked with the throttle for an eternity.Heyanked the starter rope, as Nate found himself saying a prayer.On the fourthpull, the miracle happened.The engine howled, though not as smoothly asbefore.It missed and sputtered, and Jevy adjusted throttle cables withoutmuch luck. We'll have to go slower, he reported, without looking at Nate. Fine.As long as we know where we are. No problem. The storm crept over the mountains of Bolivia, then roared into the Pantanal,much like the one that had almost killed them in the airplane.Nate wassitting low in the boat, under the safety of his poncho, watching the river tothe east, searching for something familiar, when he felt the first gust ofwind.And the rain suddenly fell harder.He slowly turned and looked behindhim.Jevy had already seen it, but said nothing.The sky was dark gray, almost black.Clouds boiled low to the ground so thatthe mountains could not be seen.The rain began to drench them.Nate feltcompletely exposed and helpless.There was nowhere to hide, no safe harbor to dock at and ride out the storm.There was nothing but water around them, water for miles in all directions.They were in the middle of a flood, with only the tops of the brush and a fewtrees to guide them through the rivers and swamps.They would stay in the boatPage 97 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbecause they had no choice.A gale swept in behind them, driving the boat forward as the rain pelted theirbacks.The sky darkened.Nate wanted to curl up under his aluminum bench, clutch hisfloatable cushion, and hide as much as possible under his poncho.But thewater was accumulating around his feet.The supplies were getting wet.He tookhis bucket and began shoveling rainwater [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]