Boogerbear withdrew a tobacco pouch from his haversack. “Have a chaw. I mixed some honey-like stuff—might be real honey; the bees look honest enough—with some local tobaccy. Chews pretty sweet an’ mild.” Reed took the pouch and fished out a wad of sticky leaves, pushing them into his mouth. “Thank God,” he murmured. “Thank you, Lieutenant Beeryman.” He chewed a moment before saying, “Very good. Listen,” he added awkwardly, “I didn’t mean to sound so nervy. I’m really not, you know.” He chuckled again. “And even if I was, I’m sure Major Cayce’s plan has taken that into account as well. He’s an
...more
