Lion, Tiger, Bear | 381 As Porsche worked, Bea and Gwafa held the two heavy cables for surgery. In the dim amber light Porsche could see her streaks of tears. He was a good man, Beatrice. Well all miss him. The wars over for us. Hold him tight, snapped Geer as he pushed the two bones back together with a snap inside a bloody hole. Schafers scream echoed throughout the ship. The arm bone was next. Geer sewed him up with an alcohol and sulfa cleansing. Give him the rest of the morphine so he can sleep. Ill find a wood plank to splint him. After three hours hard work, Porsche said: The C-cable is done. Gerlach replaced blown ceramic fuses one by one. Fifty amps, one hundred amps, five hundred amps, one thousand. Porsche spliced the last bit of heavy copper wire and covered it with gutta percha rubber insulation. A-cable attached, B is next. Done. Try it now. Gerlach flipped the auxiliary power lever, the generator hummed pale green with a small power draw. Lights and ventilation fans came on, and the ship automatically righted itself with minimal bubble output. Piece of cake, as the Britishers say,ya? Bea just sat on the floor slumped. Ja. Klemperer and Gwafa hammered away building a wood coffin out of the pine lumber. Placing his body in a canvas tent, they rolled Bernie up and sealed the crate. After cleaning and organizing the cargo bay back in order, they lashed the coffin down next to the secured Kubel. Everyone gathered except for Bea. Words were said, kind words, and Klemperer sang his beloved Erika. Bernie had been a fellow mountaineer and ofiicer. Geer, Bea, Alice, and Klemperer searched the entire ship, no trace of the wicked brothers could be found. Even their briefcases were gone. I dont get it, where would they have escaped to? asked Bea. Bet they wont honor our deal now. T honestly dont care, said Alice, looking under an access panel. Klemperer hissed: Swine. I hope they drowned like rats.