We watched the progress of the sun all day on its arc from East to West.. In one sense we were not progressing for on our southward route we were at a standstill in regards to our desired direction.
Still no sign of the army. No columns of dust, nor distant sounds.
We were confident that we will steal the march on them and from here on out maintain a lead over them.
Elijah brought us to a halt when we were nearing the main road westward. He stood looking heavenward and like his actions so long ago in my presence, he raised his staff over his head and a flaming object fell out of the sky.
A spy satellite.