“The boys were here,” he breathed. “They were here... in this clearing”
They’d been searching for eight hours. But who was counting? Not Mr. Shine, not when his Avi was lost somewhere in this dark, looming forest, with its twisting trails and the sound of animals in the distance.
“Are there bears in the forest?” he asked.
Mordche Fishman, an experienced Chaverim volunteer and the leader of their search party, half-turned. “Let’s hope not,” he said tersely.
In front of them, David and Tzviki were combing the undergrowth on opposite sides of the path.
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