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could be another trap at night. When they come, it will be on
their own terms, not because I’ve let them know my whereabouts.
Stay put and get some sleep, Katniss, I instruct myself, although
I wish I could start tracking Peeta now. Tomorrow,
you’ll find him.
I do sleep, but in the morning I’m extra-cautious, thinking
that while the Careers might hesitate to attack me in a tree,
they’re completely capable of setting an ambush for me. I
make sure to fully prepare myself for the day — eating a big
breakfast, securing my pack, readying my weapons — before I
descend. But all seems peaceful and undisturbed on the
ground.
Today I’ll have to be scrupulously careful. The Careers will
know I’m trying to locate Peeta. They may well want to wait
until I do before they move in. If he’s as badly wounded as Cato
thinks, I’d be in the position of having to defend us both
without any assistance. But if he’s that incapacitated, how has
he managed to stay alive? And how on earth will I find him?
I try to think of anything Peeta ever said that might give me
an indication as to where he’s hiding out, but nothing rings a
bell. So I go back to the last moment I saw him sparkling in the
sunlight, yelling at me to run. Then Cato appeared, his sword
drawn. And after I was gone, he wounded Peeta. But how did
Peeta get away? Maybe he’d held out better against the tracker
jacker poison than Cato.
Maybe that was the variable that allowed him to escape.
But he’d been stung, too. So how far could he have gotten,
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