CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Just before they met the jeep, Haig had fallen back and stopped and George had gone back to get him.
“I’m tired, George. I think I’ll sit down.”
“No.”
They went a few feet more. Earnshaw was ahead and Wuorio was behind him. Earnshaw fell once more, but as he fell he lifted the Sten over him, free of the snow. Then he put his other hand ahead and pushed himself up.
“I’ll just sit down for about ten seconds,” Haig said. “Ten seconds, that’s all. I’ll count. One—two—”
“Haig, I swear to God, I swear that once we get over that rise—”
“I’m going to sit down.”
“No, you’re not.”
George had stopped speculating about the limits of endurance. Once, somewhere around yesterday, he’d thought he himself was done, but some streak of pure malicious pride forced him to take one mor
