"If you read it you will want to drop everything else and go to find her."
This was the truth, for I was not under military law.
"Where is the book?"
"Down my back," said Skenedonk.
I felt the loose buckskin.
"It isn't there."
"In my front," said Skenedonk.
I ran my hand over his chest, finding nothing but bone and brawn.
"There it is," he said, pointing to a curled wisp of board at the edge of the fire. "I burnt it."
"Then you've finished me."