During a rest break, Belilo and Hawker improvised a travois to carry Green. The woods were not so dense that walking was difficult, and the trees kept them out of the worst rays of the sun. They made reasonable time under the circumstances, and by evening they found themselves at the far side of the small forest, facing an open plain of tall, waving grass.
They tried once more to feed Green, and again his stomach rejected what they offered. The twisted man looked at them apologetically, but could not speak comprehensibly enough for them to understand him. He seemed, at one point, about to cry, but his friends comforted him until he again lapsed into his normal trance.
Symington kept the first watch that night, and it was Hawker’s turn to go off into the brush with Belilo. They had s*x wi
