They watched for a few more seconds. The western figure disappeared behind the far slope of the ridge. Meanwhile the eastern one angled toward the tail of the wreckage and the cargo wagon.
Revan nodded at the first one.
"The one going west. The gear on those thirty bodies was staged, not carried from far away. So they had a forward camp nearby, and behind that ridge is the only ground with enough cover."
Dain didn't take his eyes off the slope.
"I noticed the same thing. Boot trails from the first assault all come from the northwest. If they hid communication gear anywhere, it's there."
"Then we've got maybe twenty minutes before someone who matters finds out we're alive."
At first the Marshal said nothing. When he spoke, he didn't look at Revan.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. Have you considered that those two might not be the ones you saw running? They could be different people."
Revan paused and ran it back in his head.
'Wait. The old man has a point.'
