“We heard that Russian talking to you. If that’s how the Russians do things, we are not their friends. We intend to return to Titograd and see Gospo Stritar. He impressed us.” Wolfe stood up without grunting. “Let’s go. But did they take anything from you? Weren’t you armed?”
“We can’t go through the mountains in the daytime. We’ll have to hole up — I know a place — until dark.”
“No. We’re going now.”
“That’s crazy. We’ll never reach the valley alive. It’s risky enough at night.”
Wolfe tapped him on the shoulder. “It’s your nerves, Comrade Zov, and no wonder. But I’m in charge momentarily, and I insist. You have seen my son in action, and you may rely on him to get us through, as I do. I will not undertake that trail again at night, and I refuse to leave you here in your present condition. Were you armed?”
“Yes.”
“With a gun?”
“A gun and a knife. They put them in a table drawer.” He put his hands on the rock to push himself up. “I’ll go get them.”
Wolfe halted him with a hand on his shoulder. “You have no energy to waste. My son will go. Alex, a gun and a knife they took from Comrade Zov are in a drawer in a table. Bring them.”
“What kind of a gun?”