‘I haven’t any friends,’ he said.
‘Sure, you have,’ Baird returned. ‘You take it easy. You’ve got nothing to worry about now.’
Hater closed his eyes.
‘I know what you’re after,’ he muttered. ‘But you’re not going to get it. No one’s going to get it.’
‘Don’t get excited,’ Baird said. ‘We’ll talk about who’s going to get what when we’re out of here.’
Hater started to say something, but the effort was too much for him. His face went slack, and he seemed to drift off once more into unconsciousness.
After watching him for a while, Baird returned to his blanket. He sat down and began to pull on his camouflage jacket and trousers. When he had finished dressing he told Rico to go to sleep.
‘We’ll get going as soon as it’s dark. Get some rest. You’ll have to do most of the paddling.’
Rico was still watching Hater.
‘Did you hear what he said? Suppose he doesn’t tel Kile where he’s cached the stuff? The cops must have tried to make him spill it. If they couldn’t do it, how does Kile think he’ll get him to talk?’