When they set up the Trail River in search of us, they followed our same mistaken route. How had they then found their way to us? —Lucky for us, you left a marker. Boyd untied his pack, took out the bundle of Pruitt’s books. The revelation brought new life to Pruitt. I thought for a moment he would be brought to tears, but instead he shook Boyd’s hand, thanked him repeatedly. —We were glad to see it in the tree, Boyd said.—From there we spied your tracks up the dirt slope. Once we got up on top of that ridge, we could make out the village.
