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Guided by the coan to make a turn

Carlos shtly “Didn’t I tell you this plane flies by itself, senhora?” His wheezy words had a drowsy quality to the weaker from loss of blood It was only a matter of time before he passed out

“I don’t care who flies it,” she said sharply “Just get us on the ground”

Carlos nodded and set up the autoht computer to take the plane down to two thousand feet The plane began to descend through the clouds, and before long patches of green were visible The sight of land reassured and terrified Francesca at the sarees when Carlos shuddered as if an electric current had gone through hirip

“Can’t make San Pedro,” he said, his voice a wet rattle

“You’ve got to,” Francesca said

“No use”

“Daot us into this et us out of it!”

He s to do, senhora, shoot me?”

Her eyes blazed “You’ll wish I had if you don’t get this thing down”

He shook his head “E Our only chance Find a place”

The big cockpitoffered a view of the thick-grown rain forest Francesca had the feeling she was flying over a vast unbroken field of broccoli She scanned the endless greenery again It was hopeless Wait Sunlight glinted off so shiny

“What’s that?” she said, pointing

Carlos disconnected the auto pilot and auto throttles, took the wheel in his hands, and steered toward the reflection, which caiant waterfall A narrow, side the river was an irregularly shaped clearing of yellow and brown vegetation

Flying almost on automatic hiree banking turn to the right He extended the wing flaps and put the plane in a boxlike flight pattern With a hard right he prepared the plane for its final approach They were at eighteen hundred feet, descending on a long, shallow glide Carlos extended the wing flaps to slow them down further