CHAPTER 10The current was gentle. Far across the river I saw a tiny light now. We drifted slowly past it. I moved my hands just enough to keep my nose above water. The surface was calm. I yawned; I could have slept tonight, I thought, remembering the sleepless hours of the night before. But it would be a long time between beds for me.
I saw a glinting reflection on a ripple ahead, and glanced back. There were lights on in the second story of the house we had left.
I called to Gaston, pointing out the lights.
“Yeah,” he said. “I been watching them. I don’t think we got nothing to worry about.”
They could follow our trail to the water’s edge easily enough, I knew, with nothing more than a flashlight. As if in response to my thought, a tiny gleam appeared at ground level, wavering, blinki
