“Elchanan, wake up, and don’t make a sound,” he whispered, straight into his partner’s ear. Elchanan’s eyes opened immediately, wide and alert
If they were stuck for the night, Elchanan thought, they might as well be a bit more comfortable.
“Help me here a second,” he told Avi, unzipping his knapsack. “I don’t want to lose anything. I’m going to hand you stuff as I take it out. We need to find the tent.”
“The tent?” Avi sounded incredulous. “You have a tent in there?”
“Well, I packed one, so I should have it… what’s this?” Elchanan’s fingers scrabbled against something hard. “Oh, no, it’s just — forget it. Here.” He dumped a waterproof jacket and a pack of spare batteries in Avi’s hands, followed by the lock-picking kit.
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