The following afternoon, Frank strolled over to the Andersen Camp to find out what John had to say. It probably had something to do with Dawa’s conversation just after they came into camp. Last night, Dawa had said that John listened to his overture of peace, but that was all. Maybe there could be talk of a truce, but Frank wasn’t betting on it. He stepped up to the Andersen Command tent and called in.
“John, you in there? It’s me, Frank.”
He heard a few muffled voices come from inside, and then the tent flap was pulled back. Standing on the other side was John, with his hat in hand. He pulled it over his head. “Walk with me,” John said, and he strutted out ahead, marching toward the receding Khumbu glacier.
As Frank followed, he felt the eyes of the Andersen Camp Sherpas following him.
