Stop Giving Him Hope

Delphi's chosen route through the centre of the Island, had proved to be ideal, after their clifftop battle in the Gog range.

It was all long quiet stretches of bushland with tiny hamlets and farms, where the team continued their relentless pamphleting; not that it took very long in these small villages.

Indy yawned and stretched as they walked out of the town of Miena just as dawn broke. It was a tiny place, not more than twenty homes to drop their flyers.

"I can't wait to make camp," she yawned again. "I'm so tired."

"Me too," Loveday joined her in a contagious yawning session and the two girls giggled.

"General Meyer?" called Indy.

"Mm," he grunted.

"Can we camp near the Great Lake? I desperately need a swim."

"Yes, that would be good, Alton," said Delphi. "Everyone's pretty filthy."

He pursed his lips. "The lake's very exposed. People can easily see us on the shore with a good pair of binoculars."