Chapter 14
In his tent, Andy swept his personal effects from his bed and shoved them into his haversack without a second glance. He’d bought himself just one more day—not much of a reprieve, but it would have to do. He found his aide working with a crew of other boys, filling in the trenches that had served as latrines along one side of camp. “Pack up my tent,” he told the boy who nodded, grateful to be relieved from fatigue duty. But Andy shook his head. “Not until tomorrow morning, after Lieutenant Bucknell leaves. Start breaking it down then, you hear?”
The boy nodded again.
As Andy walked through the camp, he felt as if Wiley watched his every move, and he wondered how he could slip past his compatriot’s careful guard. He’d been away from Sam long enough, and his fists clenched at
