his nose close to the ground. When he stood straight again,
his whiskers were twitching. “An otter can follow a scent
on land or through water if there’s just enough personal
perfume left to tickle ‘is nostrils. This track’s fresh as a
new whore. Until it rains we’ve got a trail to follow, and
there’s desert ahead. Maybe if we pee on the run we can
overtake the bloody double-crossers.”
“Ah second the motion, suh. Let’s not give up, Jon-
Tom.”
“I wasn’t thinking of giving up, Roseroar. I was thinking
about what we’re going to do when we do catch up with
them.”
“That’s the spirit!” She leaned close. “Leave the de-
tails to me.” Her teeth were very white.
“I’m not sure that would be the civilized thing to do,
Roseroar.” Despite the deception, the thought of Folly in
Roseroar’s paws was not a pleasant one.
“All man actions are dictated by man society’s code of
honah, Jon-Tom,” she said stiffly. She frowned at a sudden
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thought. “Don’t tell me that after what’s happened heah
yo still feel fo the little bitch?”
He was shouldering his backpack. “We still don’t know
that she went with Jalwar voluntarily. Maybe he forced
her.”
Mudge was waiting at the edge of the campsite, anxious
to get moving. “Come on now, mate. Even if you exclude
age as a consideration, the girl was bigger and stronger
than that old ferret. And she could always have screamed.”
“Not necessarily. Not if Jalwar had a knife at her throat.
Look, I admit it looks like she went with him voluntarily,
but I won’t condemn her until we know for sure. She’s