James Bond leaped for the accelerator lever and tore it downwards. The engine lost a head of steam but there was only a hundred yards to go and now the only thing that could save the girl was the brakes under Scaramanga’s control in the brake van. The Rasta already had his cutlass in his hand. The flames from the furnace glinted on the blade. He stood back like a cornered animal, his eyes red with g***a and fear of the g*n in Bond’s hand. Nothing could save the girl now! Bond, knowing that Scaramanga would expect him from the right side of the tender, leaped to the left. Hendriks had his g*n out. Before it could swivel, Bond put a bullet between the man’s cold eyes. The head jerked back. For an instant, steel-capped back teeth showed in the gaping mouth. Then the grey Homburg fell off and
