Thirteen
D ays blurred into one another.
Despite exhaustion, blisters on his feet, hunger and fear, Tommy began to love their journey: he was seeing new things, learning new things. The countryside was always different too and the weather gradually changed as they pushed north. The air became fresher, especially in the evening, and the days grew shorter. The trees began to have red leaves. Above all, Tommy enjoyed being able to spend a lot of time with Peg Leg Joe.
During the night time marches, in free moments during the breaks, in that ambiguous hour which was not day or night, as they set up camp in the open, or in one of the Stations which someone had prepared for them, Tommy was always with the Guide. He followed him like a shadow.
He never tired of talking to Peg Leg Joe, of inte
