"I made a wish," Chloe thought. She looked out from under a plaid and gingerly looked around.
Butch got off the cart, tied his horse to a tree and went to the fire. At the fire stood his son Colin and stared at the cart. Butch went to his twelve-year-old son and patted him on the shoulder.
"There are many things in the wagon. Tomorrow we will decide what to do with them," Butch said to the robbers present at the fire.
"I'll wait for the robbers to fall asleep and run away," Chloe thought.
The robbers spent a long time rustling about, like a flock of birds, and after a while dispersed through their huts. It became quiet and eerie. Chloe looked out from under a plaid and looked back. The fire nearly died out, and the girl could not see anyone in the dark.
"We need to get out of the cart," whispered Chloe. She crawled out from under a plaid and listened.
"Father, I'm staying at the wagon," Colin's ringing voice rang out in the darkness.
"All right," said Butch.
"What a nuisance. The escape is postponed for the morning," Chloe mumbled and crawled under the warm, black plaid. She hid herself, like a mouse and dozed off.
The morning singing of the birds awakened Chloe. The sun had not yet risen, but it was already light. The girl began to cautiously get out of the cart. Suddenly the horse snorted and scared Chloe. The girl pricked up her ears. Colin rolled over to his other side, but did not wake up. Chloe jumped gently from the cart and took a step.
"Who are you?" Chloe heard behind her. She turned around and saw Kolin.
"I, I," said Chloe, and took three steps from the boy.
"Who are you?" Colin asked again.
"My name is Chloe," the girl answered and ran away from the boy.
"Do not run away," Colin shouted.
Chloe did not look back and ran with all her might. Colin ran to his father and woke him.
"Father, the girl was hiding in the wagon. She, she just ran away," Colin said.
"If the bear does not eat it, the wolves will catch up and tear," the robber answered his son.
"And if she has taken away something valuable from the wagon?" Colin did not stop.
"Okay, you tired me son. Go and wake Breda. We'll catch up with the little thief," Butch ordered.
Colin ran to Bred.
"Wake up wake up. My father needs you," Colin said.
Black-haired and shaggy Brad opened his eyes and looked at the boy.