For ten more hours the hurricane howled and screamed and crashed over San Fernandez. It tore plants and trees out of the ground, it destroyed buildings, it brought death to many of the thousands of people in the Negrito valley. But at last the big wind began to die. By three o'clock in the afternoon ir was just possible for a man to stand up in the wind. Favel's tired soldiers climbed out of their holes and caves and began to move up the Negrito valley. They tried to help the people, but thousands were hurt or sick. Doctors, medicine, food, blankets all these things were needed desperately. On Cap Sarrat Base the flood waters had gone down, but most of the buildings were badly damaged. Causton stood on the airfield at the Base, near Favel and a group of his officers, and watched as the US Navy helicopters landed. The green and gold flag of San Fernandez now flew from the top of one of the buildings. Causton smiled. Favel did not want to take the Base back from the Americans, but he wanted them to pay more money for it. The first helicopter landed, and Causton watched as Captain Brooks got out. Favel moved forward. 'Welcome back to Cap Sarrat," he said. "I am Julio Favel.' Brooks. United States Navy." The two men shook hands. Captain Brooks did not look at the green and gold flag. What do you need most, Mr Favel, and where do you need it? The five helicopters behind me are full of doctors.