18
Late Night Visitor
Julian awoke with a start. It was still dark; he could see only varying degrees of shadow within the little tent, but his nose told him another person was with him. That, and a looming sense of presence. His skin tingled with apprehension for a moment as all manner of possibilities ran through his mind as to what his visitor wanted.
“Julian.” It was Ravi’s voice, speaking just barely above a whisper.
Relief flooded through him and he let out the breath he was holding. The shadows shifted, accompanied by the sound of rustling clothing, then Ravi spoke again, closer to his ear.
“We have to get you out of here.” He paused, and Julian heard him swallow. “They thought I was asleep, but I overheard them talking. The men they left to bring up the rear never returned. Th
