The Log
The Log The prisoner arrived in the jungle encampment at dusk. A young American woman,she was scratched and bleeding from the forced march along the forest paths,her clothing torn and patched with the dark shadows of moisture from her sweat-soakedbody. Carol Masters, junior intelligence officer with the US aid team, a naturalblonde and just twenty-three years old, tried to control her growing panicas she looked at the cruel grinning faces crowding round them. Like all theforeigners in the...