eersˇ stores eliminated; she might actually stand a chance。 Just like the rest of us。 It crosses my mind to reveal myself and enlist her as a second ally against that pack。 But I rule it out。 Thereˇs something about that sly grin that makes me sure that befriending Foxface would ultimately get me a knife in the back。 With that in mind; this might be an excellent time to shoot her。 But sheˇs heard something; not me; because her head turns away; toward the drop…off; and she sprints for the woods。 I wait。 No one; nothing shows up。 Still; if Foxface thought it was dangerous; maybe itˇs time for me to get out of here; too。 Besides; Iˇm eager to tell Rue about the pyramid。

Since Iˇve no idea where the Careers are; the route back by the stream seems as good as any。 I hurry; loaded bow in one hand; a hunk of cold groosling in the other; because Iˇm fa224 mished now; and not just for leaves and berries but for the fat and protein in the meat。 The trip to the stream is uneventful。 Once there; I refill my water and wash; taking particular care with my injured ear。 Then I travel uphill using the stream as a guide。 At one point; I find boot prints in the mud along the bank。 The Careers have been here; but not for a while。 The prints are deep because they were made in soft mud; but now theyˇre nearly dry in the hot sun。 I havenˇt been careful enough about my own tracks; counting on a light tread and the pine needles to conceal my prints。 Now I strip off my boots and socks and go