gear back in order。 First I fill my bottle with the pool water； treat it； and when enough time has passed； begin to rehydrate my body。 After a time； I force myself to nibble on a cracker； which helps settle my stomach。 I roll up my sleeping bag。 Except for a few black marks； itˇs relatively unscathed。 My jacketˇs another matter。 Stinking and scorched； at least a foot of the back beyond repair。 I cut off the damaged area leaving me with a garment that es just to the bottom of my ribs。 But the hoodˇs intact and itˇs far better than nothing。
Despite the pain； drowsiness begins to take over。 Iˇd take to a tree and try to rest； except Iˇd be too easy to spot。 Besides； abandoning my pool seems impossible。 I neatly arrange my supplies； even settle my pack on my shoulders； but I canˇt seem to leave。 I spot some water plants with edible roots and make a small meal with my last piece of rabbit。 Sip water。 Watch the sun make its slow arc across the sky。 Where would I go anyway that is any safer than here？ I lean back on my pack； overe by drowsiness。 If the Careers want me； let them find me； I think before drifting into a stupor。 Let them find me。
And find me； they do。 Itˇs lucky Iˇm ready to move on because when I hear the feet； I have less than a minute head start。 Evening has begun to fall。 The moment I awake； Iˇm up and running； splashing across the pool； flying into the underbrush。 My leg slows me down； but I sense my pursuers are not as speedy as they were before the fire； either。 I hear their coughs； their raspy voices calling to one another。
Still； they are closing in； just like a pack of wild dogs； and so I do what I have done my whole life in such circumstances。 I pick a high tree and begin to climb。 If running hurt； climbing is agonizing because it requires not only exertion but direct contact of my hands on the tree bark。 Iˇm fast； though； and by the time theyˇve reached the base of my trunk； Iˇm twenty feet up。 For a moment； we stop and survey one another。 I hope they canˇt hear the pounding of my heart。
This could be it； I think。 What chance do I have against them？ All six are there； the five Careers and Peeta； and my only consolation is theyˇre pretty beat…up； too。 Even so； look at their weapons。 Look at their faces； grinning and snarling at me； a sure kill above them。 It seems pretty hopeless。 But then something else registers。 Theyˇre bigger and stronger than I am； no doubt； but theyˇre also heavier。 Thereˇs a reason itˇs me and not Gale who ventures up to pluck the highest fruit； or rob the most remote bird nests。 I must weigh at least fifty or sixty pounds less than the smallest Career。
Now I smile。 ¨Howˇs everything with you？〃 I call down cheerfully。
This takes them aback； but I know the crowd will love it。
¨Well enough；〃 says the boy from District 2。 ¨Yourself？〃
¨Itˇs been a bit warm for my taste；〃 I say。 I can almost hear the laughter from the Capitol。 ¨The airˇs better up here。 Why donˇt you e on up？〃
¨Think I will；〃 says the same boy。
¨Here； take this； Cato；〃 says the girl from District 1； and she offers him the silver bow and sheath of arrows。 My bow！ My arrows！ Just the sight of them makes me so angry I want to scream； at myself； at that traitor Peeta for distracting me from having them。 I try to make eye contact with him now； but he seems to be intentionally avoiding my gaze as he polishes his knife with the edge of his shirt。
¨No；〃 says Cato； pushing away the bow。 ¨Iˇll do better with my sword。〃 I can see the weapon； a short； heavy blade at his belt。
I give Cato time to hoist himself into the tree before I begin to climb again。 Gale always says I remind him of a squirrel the way I can scurry up even the slenderest limb。 Part of itˇs my weight； but part of itˇs practice。 You have to know where to place your hands and feet。 Iˇm another thirty feet in the air when I hear the crack and look down to see Cato flailing as he and a branch go down。 He hits the ground hard and Iˇm hoping he possibly broke his neck when he gets back to his feet； swearing like a fiend。
The girl with the arrows； Glimmer I hear someone call her ugh； the names the people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous anyway Glimmer scales the tree until the branches begin to crack under her feet and then has the good sense to stop。 Iˇm at least eighty feet high now。 She tries to shoot me and itˇs immediately evident that sheˇs inpetent with a bow。 One of the arrows gets lodged in the tree near me though and Iˇm able to seize it。 I wave it teasingly above her head； as if this was the sole purpose of retrieving it； when actually I mean to use it if I ever get the chance。 I could kill them； everyone of them； if those silver weapons were in my hands。
The Careers regroup on the ground and I can hear them growling conspiratorially among themselves； furious I have made them look foolish。 But twilight has arrived and their window of attack on me is closing。 Finally； I hear Peeta say harshly； ¨Oh； let her stay up there。 Itˇs not like sheˇs going anywhere。 Weˇll deal with her in the morning。〃
Well； heˇs right about one thing。 Iˇm going nowhere。 All the relief from the pool water has gone； leaving me to feel the full potency of my burns。 I scoot down to a fork in the tree and clumsily prepare for bed。 Put on my jacket。 Lay out my sleeping bed。 Belt myself in and try to keep from moaning。 The heat of the bagˇs too much for my leg。 I cut a slash in the fabric and hang my calf out in the open air。 I drizzle water on the wound； my hands。
All my bravado is gone。 Iˇm weak from pain and hunger but canˇt bring myself to eat。 Even if I can last the night； what will the morning bring？ I stare into the foliage trying to will myself to rest； but the burns forbid it。 Birds are settling down for the night； singing lullabies to their young。 Night creatures emerge。 An owl hoots。 The faint scent of a skunk cuts through the smoke。 The eyes of some animal peer at me from the neighboring tree a possum maybe catching the firelight from the Careersˇ torches。 Suddenly； Iˇm up on one elbow。 Those are no possumˇs eyes； I know their glassy reflection too well。 In fact； those are not animal eyes at all。 In the last dim rays of light； I make her out； watching me silently from between the branches。 Rue。
How long has she been here？ The whole time probably。 Still and unobserved as the action unfolded beneath her。 Perhaps she headed up her tree shortly before I did； hearing the pack was so close。
For a while we hold each otherˇs gaze。 Then； without even rustling a leaf； her little hand slides into the open and points to something above my head。
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My eyes follow the line of her finger up into the foliage above me。 At first； I have no idea what sheˇs pointing to； but then； about fifteen feet up； I make out the vague shape in the dimming light。 But of 。 。 。 of what？ Some sort of animal？ It looks about the size of a raccoon； but it hangs from the bottom of a branch； swaying ever so slightly。 Thereˇs something else。 Among the familiar evening sounds of the woods； my ears register a low hum。 Then I know。 Itˇs a wasp nest。
Fear shoots through me； but I have enough sense to keep still。 Af