His tent is a mile or so behind me when I stop to examine my foot. I did a number on it when I decided to go crazy in the storm, losing my plastic bag as I ran. The scab that had started to form was torn off at some point, and I managed to nick off a little more of exposed bone in the process. But Davey had some antibiotic creams and extra socks rolled together in his pack, which I lifted from him along with the knife and canteen.
