Chapter 44 No Time For Waiting

• It has been half an hour since we have taken the fork in the road where we found Isabella’s bracelet. I am getting frustrated that we have not seen any other clues but have only been following a set of footprints that we believe to be hers. I am starting to feel somewhat hopeless but not even near to giving up. I know in my heart that we are on the right path and that any minute now we shall find the camp to which we believe that would have taken her.
• And as I look over to my men, I can see that I am pushing them beyond a limit, but they can, in return, see my determination to find the woman that I love. It is with this determination that I refuse to stop, but just as we are forced to stop for a few seconds to analyze what our next step shall be, in the far distance, there is a flicker of light. Without saying a single word, I point for them to look in the same direction. It is with much relief that we breathe a hope of fresh air. With a newfound determination, we slowly approach the outer borders of what appears to be a rather big camp.
• Galland and Clark move around the left with me, while Johnson and Lewis go to the right to survey the situation. Between the trees and the thick brush, we weave our way, making sure not to make a sound. But there seems to be quite oddly no one that is patrolling the borders; they must feel rather confident that their location is safe. But this does not mean that we can proceed to crawl our way quietly inside, for, by the number of the tents, I can positively say that we shall be somewhat outnumbered.