“Why didn’t we see the bodies?”
“Who knows, kid?” He picked up the rifle. “Maybe it was just because we were busy with…other things.” He forced a smile and pulled me against him. “We probably didn’t smell them because they were literally cooked.”
I held him closely. “Mr. Chetwood, you’re shaking.”
“No, Johnny. You’re shaking.” He tightened his arms around me and whispered against my hair, “It’s oke, kid. We’re alive.”
Yes, we were.
“Let’s scram out of here. We still have to find something to bring back with us, or Skipper’ll have our hair.”
“What about these fish? Should we take some of them? They’re already cooked.”
“Oke, but they won’t taste too good. They got cooked with their innards in place.”
Not to mention their outards were falling away. I used a branch to draw a fish close
