We passed the night under the stars. And stars were all we could see, for our only view was straight overhead from a dirt floor at the bottom of a rocky depression.
I traded the early morning watch to Magwich who wanted to take in the view. He remarked to me afterwards that he had thought he’d never see it again.
Throughout the day’s hike Magwich overflowed with joy and thankfulness, an infectious feeling that sped us along.
Reuben kept the advance, dropping back only twice to hold us in place while two patrols passed through.
Quasimo is optimistic that we will be back at the hiding place before the meridian tomorrow.
Elijah and I had much to talk over.
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