Chapter 22THE SKY LIGHTENED, AND the sun painted an orange line on the horizon. A soft breeze rose up the slope from the river, both refreshing and full of humidity. The Americans rearranged the rebels’ hammocks, anchoring them to the narrow ravine’s rocks, so they were as close to each other as possible. They set out two guards on the end of the ravine and left two watching the captives in their hammocks. Jim and Neilly took the first watch and sat a few meters away, talking softly. Field operations had one thing in common: teams were accustomed to dealing with little, no, or at best, intermittent sleep.
‘I don’t think they’re holding much back,’ said Neilly. ‘I’m taking a liking to this Jago character.’
‘Interesting group. Real tight, and probably because of him. The kid that JP banged
