He wore a low-riding pot-helmet and his face was shadowed but he seemed to be dozing. The village and the camp areas seemed to be asleep and the only sound that came to Moffitt's ears were the soft shushings of the sentries' feet on their patrols. Hitch and he squeezed between the halftracks and the tanks, working their cautious way through the somber night toward the last halftrack in the line. The one nearest to the wall and to the guard.Moffitt heard shambling sand and gripped Hitch's arm. They became rigid and motionless as the tanks. A sentry trod past on the outside, between the tanks and tents. Just past the next tank from them, Moffitt heard the sands stop scrambling. There was a motionless moment of silence and then Moffitt heard the sentry's stealthy approach, the sound of his feet and his clothing as he passed between two tanks and into the space that separated the tanks and halftracks. He crouched, pulling Hitch down with him and felt the tension and creeping movement of Hitch's arm as it reached within his robe for the noose.
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