“They want me badly,” he said, and told me of grasping hands that reached for him in the fog, determined to pull him down and away. “When I arrive, one of them will be released,” he said. “One man comes aboard and one departs. That’s the special hell of it, Trenchard. I’ll be among them so long, waiting while others come and go. I see that clear. My wait on the island will be long.”
