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plan." Nark looked at Bolan's head. "We'd better do something about that."
    They found an outside tap, and Bolan washed the gash. Then they returned to the shack and Nark dressed the wound with a bandage from the first-aid kit Bolan carried in his haversack.
    "We're getting to be quite a team," said Nark. "You pick locks to free me, I treat your wounds." He nodded at the first-aid kit. "You do come prepared, don't you?"
    "When you've done as many missions as I have," said Bolan, "you don't forget to bring the essentials.''
    "The odds are that blood will flow, right?"
    "Pretty much," said Bolan. Nark looked at his watch. "Transmission time."
    They went to the set and each took an earphone. From across fifteen thousand miles of ether crackling with static, there rose and fell a pattern of
dits
and
dahs
repeated over and over. Stony Man Farm was calling Lotus Seven.
    April, thought Bolan. He could tell by the touch. An operator's mode of sending was as individual as a person's handwriting. Bolan tried to imagine her sitting by the transmitter in the radio room, a caring, vastly understanding woman who gave of her very best to Stony Men who were forever meeting other women in their wars.
    The call signal ended and the message began. Bolan and Nark both wrote it down. That way if one missed, the other could fill in. With all the static it was easy to miss letters.
    The message ended, and Nark sent a signal confirming receipt. Bangkok relayed it to Stony Man Farm, and a few minutes later April sent her love and Stony Man Farm went off the air.
    Nark and Bolan decoded. The message informed them there would be an air drop in two nights' time and gave the air recognition signal. Tagged on to the message was a bit of news from Hal Brognola.
    A new survey just published by the National Institute on Drug Abuse showed the number of Americans on drugs had passed the twenty-two million mark, of whom three-quarters were under twenty-one. Schools continue to be the centers of distribution of drugs.
    Bolan stared at the message, a brooding look in his eyes. "A country's youth condemned to slavery," he said quietly.
    * * *
    The tiger gunship hovered like a bird of prey. In front of it was a forest, then a sea of high grass, then more woods. The crew was observing a trio of horses move through the grass in the distance. There were two riders and a packhorse. The riders were not aware of the helicopter. It was behind them, and the distance was too great to hear it.
    In the front of the helicopter, the gunner was observing the riders through binoculars. "They are long noses, sir,'' he reported to the pilot behind him.
    "That's them. Prepare to attack."
    "Chain gun, sir?"
    "No, rockets. I want to test the system. Nap-of-the-earth attack."
    The helicopter shuddered as the gunner fired. The rocket streaked for the horses. Wisps of vapor trailed it. It flew over the heads of the riders and exploded in a cloud of white. The horses reared in fright.
    "The trees!" shouted Bolan. He dug his heels into the horse's flanks, and they galloped for the nearest cover.
    Once inside the woods they turned to look for their attacker. The rocket had come from the direction of a forest behind them, but there was nothing there.
    "Could be someone in those trees," suggested Nark.
    "No, it was an air attack," said Bolan. He could tell by the angle of elevation. "Hold my horse."
    Bolan jumped to the ground and ran to the edge of a clearing. He brought out his field glasses and scanned the sky. It was empty. Nor was there any sound of aircraft.
    "There! "Nark shouted.
    Bolan zeroed in on a camouflage-painted helicopter rising from behind a stand of trees. A Hughes Apache. It was America's latest attack helicopter, except this one was not American or even Thai. On its tail was painted the sun of Nationalist China.
    "Tiger!" Bolan shouted over his shoulder. He inspected the helicopter's armament: a chain gun and four rocket pods, but no missiles. The last was a blessing. With