going to the boat, then to the next Sleeper.â Josh spoke with a hard tone. Onarâs death had changed him.
He got them to the boat and, when they were ready, shoved off. Mat knew a little about sailing, so he took control of the small craft.
âHow is he?â Josh finally asked, as Sarah leaned over Crusoe.
âHeâs unconscious,â she said. âIâI think heâs hurt very badly. Canât we get a doctor?â
âI donât see how,â Josh said grimly. âDo you know any medicine, Mat?â
âIf I did, Iâd use it on myself,â Mat said.
Then Josh noticed that Mat was swaying on the seat, pale as ashes.
âWhatâs wrong?â Josh sprang to help him, and the dwarf slumped to the bottom of the boat. âIâm a Geminiâthatâs whatâs wrong.â
And then Josh remembered what Crusoe had saidâ that Gemini twins would die if separated.
âYouâll be all right soon, Mat,â Josh encouraged him. âTheyâre taking Tam to the Temple, and thatâs where weâre headed tooâin a roundabout way.â
Mat brightened a little. âWe are? Thatâs good. I donât feel so well.â Then he fainted.
So there they were. Two dying men, two teenagers, and a giant.
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It was nearly dark when Mat awoke and pulled himself up to look over the side. âThatâs it,â he whispered. âThatâs the sea entrance to the Ghost Marshes.â
Somehow they landed, and then Volka had his finest hour. They could not have done it without the giant, for he practically carried them all on his broad back. âLoad me up!â he said with a swagger. âIâve never seen a load I couldnât carry!â
They tied Mat in a sling on Volkaâs back, then hungthe supplies and packs anywhere they could. Volka picked Crusoe up in his arms. Loaded like a frigate, he plowed into the muck of the evil-smelling swamp. He called to Sarah and Josh. âCatch hold and come on, young ones! Iâm Volka, and no little swamp stops me!â
Forever after on that trip, when any of them was in trouble, Josh would remind himself that nothing could be as bad as the Ghost Marshes. For hours they slogged through the sucking mud. They finally gave up trying to wave away the bloodthirsty mosquitoes. They exhausted all their strength, then summoned still more.
It was not just a terrible physical effort. Josh thought there was something evil and hungry about the way the mud tried to suck them under, as if it were trying to devour them.
And there were voices that whispered, âRest a little! Youâre so tired! Just for a moment, then youâll be stronger.â
Finally even Volka was swaying from side to side, about to topple with his burdens. At last they all slumped in a helpless sprawl beside a huge cypress.
And the voices sounded so good that, one by one, each of the weary travelers slipped into a drugged sleep.
What would have happened if they had continued sleeping, Josh never knew. Only a familiar voice that stirred in his mind kept him from finding out.
â Joshua, you must get up,â the voice urged.
He tried to ignore the words, but the voice came again, sternly this time. â Joshua, I need you.â
Josh slowly and painfully opened his eyes. There before him in the shadows of the swamp was a tall figure dressed in rough brown cloth, his face shielded by a hood.
âYou must awaken the others and follow me,â he said.
Josh staggered to his feet. Somehow he got them all awake, and they staggered out of the swamp.
âWhere are we going, Josh?â Sarah asked weakly.
âOut of hereâwhere he says,â Josh said, pointing at the tall figure going before them.
But Sarah seemed not to see the man.
Finally they stumbled out of the mud onto firm land. The sky opened up, and fields appeared.
Suddenly Josh felt someone near and turned to