Godfrey laughed harshly. "You're crazy, Fred."
"Did you ever hear of the Spanish Causeway?" asked Kinnersly quietly.
"That! In this weather! Man, it's under water! All of it. And rotten and broken. You couldn't do it in the dry season and in broad daylight. Listen!"
Again the cloud spat blue fire, and the thunder bellowed angrily over the fast darkening forest.
Kinnersly's jaw hardened. "I'm going to try it. Anything's better than that Sam should be shot down and murdered."
"I tell you it's sheer lunacy. It'll be black dark in half an hour. I wouldn't try it for ten thousand."
"You'll try it for Sam's life," said Kinnersly quietly.
Godfrey stared hard at the other. "You mean to go?"
"I do."
"All right. I'm your man."