“Shut up,” I said, casting a dark eye up into the tree. The crow looked down at me and cackled. Was it laughing? I ignored it and wiped the blood off of my forehead. A stray twig had caught me unaware. It stung when I put water on it.
I looked back down my tracks. Had I left enough signs so I could get back to the path? Would they be able to find me when they arrived if I was unable to get back to camp?
Bill and Guy had headed out to get help. It was at least a two-day’s walk to civilization and they’d only been gone a few hours. I didn’t want to be in the same predicament as Sean.
When we got up in the morning, Sean was gone. We could follow his trail for about 50 yards into the forest, all curving and winding, but we couldn’t find the boy. The tracks were very soon obscured.
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