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damage, only the outer logs had become somewhat loosened.

‘I don’t want any more arguments out of you, Kevin,’ Karl said breathlessly. ‘Either you’re going to do as I say, or I’m calling the whole thing off. Do I make myself clear?’
‘Yeah, all right. I’ll do as you say,’ Kevin replied, but only to calm Karl down.

Marcus drew to my side.
‘I’m sorry for yelling at you, Yossi,’ he apologised, ‘but it’s just that I’m pretty good at rowing. I used to row the Rhine. I’ve had a lot of experience, and I just wanted to show you how it’s done.’
‘It’s OK, Marcus. You were right to do it. Anyway, you didn’t yell at me.’
‘Then you’re not mad at me?’
‘No, I’m not mad at you,’ I said softly.

Up ahead we could see a broad river emptying into the Tuichi.
‘That’s the Ipurama,’ Karl said. ‘Let’s stop.’

The water was placid at the junction of the two rivers. It required scant effort to pull the raft over onto the sandy bank.

The Tuichi was very wide, about a hundred yards across. It was silvery blue, while the Ipurama was dark green; they mingled in an exquisite blend of colours.

Karl took the map out of his pack. He pointed to the Ipurama.
‘The Mal Paso San Pedro isn’t far now, maybe