Despite the circumstances, Angela was almost herself again. Something of hope had returned, and with it anxiety for the safety of the majority. “Didn’t they come with you?” “They were … incapacitated,” Gill answered. “That’s putting it mildly. They tried eating some of the fruit back there, which apparently didn’t want to be eaten! They were okay when we left, but not up to moving just then. If they’re coming, it should be anytime now. I would think the fall of night—seeing it coming—would spur them on.” Haggie was logical for once. “If they set out an hour after you,” he said, “then they should take an hour longer. Maybe more. That Anderson’s a bit on the heavy side … .” “We were delayed a bit on the way,” said Turnbull. Then he saw the warning on Gill’s face and said no more. Pointless and even foolhardy to scare Haggie right now by mentioning the hunter. They didn’t want him bolting again. “But will they be able to see this place in the dark?”
