She saw, in the whites of his eyes, that he felt the same way she did. He immediately glanced toward the forest. He said nothing out loud—they did not want to risk frightening Mercy—but a look passed between them. Nobody left the women by the bank and headed for the trees. He would stand watch. If Thornhill came, they could not run—not with Mercy like this—but at least death would not take them by surprise.
