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“Come on,” says Cato. He thrusts a spear into the hands of
the boy from District 3, and they head off in the direction of
the fire. The last thing I hear as they enter the woods is Cato
saying, “When we find her, I kill her in my own way, and no
one interferes.”
Somehow I don’t think he’s talking about Rue. She didn’t
drop a nest of tracker jackers on him.
I stay put for a half an hour or so, trying to figure out what
to do about the supplies. The one advantage I have with the
bow and arrow is distance. I could send a flaming arrow into
the pyramid easily enough — I’m a good enough shot to get it
through those openings in the net — but there’s no guarantee
it would catch. More likely it’d just burn itself out and then
what? I’d have achieved nothing and given them far too much
information about myself. That I was here, that I have an accomplice,
that I can use the bow and arrow with accuracy.
There’s no alternative. I’m going to have to get in closer and
see if I can’t discover what exactly protects the supplies. In
fact, I’m just about to reveal myself when a movement catches
my eye. Several hundred yards to my right, I see someone
emerge from the woods. For a second, I think it’s Rue, but then
I recognize Foxface — she’s the one we couldn’t remember
this morning — creeping out onto the plain. When she decides
it’s safe, she runs for the pyramid, with quick, small steps. Just
before she reaches the circle of supplies that have been littered
around the pyramid, she stops, searches the ground, and
carefully places her feet on a spot. Then she begins to approach
the pyramid with strange little hops, sometimes land-
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