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Arch and Art sat atop a large rock which afforded them a view not only of the enemy camp but also of the swamp. It was admittedly an exposed position, but when the sun came up all they had to do was to make themselves invisible. There were several canisters on the ground beside them, two large ones which Arch had carried and two smaller ones which Art had brought. The disparity in the size of the canisters reflected the difference in size of those who had brought them.
It had been a struggle to heft them nearly two miles in the dark from their arrival point. But even burdened as they were, it had been child’s play to avoid the enemy sentries and patrols, as their hearts were not in it.
Art had done some scouting three days earlier. He had been the obvious choice as he had local knowl
