‘Do you know what Nando said to me?’ Carlitos said to Fito. ‘He said that if we weren’t rescued, he’d eat one of the pilots to get out of here.’ There was a pause; then Carlitos added, ‘That hit on the head must have made him slightly mad.’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Fito, his honest, serious features quite composed. ‘It might be the only way to survive.’ Carlitos said nothing, and they turned to go back down the mountain.
