Although he didn’t say it, I think the idea implied that under no circumstances should we attempt to go to the sawmill to rescue them.
I didn’t like the “plan” very much (especially for fear that something would indeed go wrong); but it was enough for Alexander to say he agreed for no further word to be spoken.
What I didn’t expect was for Andre and Nika to protest—and without delay Alexander calmed them, convincing them how important it was that they would both have something useful to do: the boy, to protect me; and Nika, to protect both of us.
It was starting to get dark, and the window of useful time was shrinking. The temperature would drop even more at night, and the snowfall would continue. Soon there would be no tracks left to follow, and everything would become far more confusi
