They rested for a few minutes. Then Nightwalker pushed himself away from the wall, passed a hand over his face. He needs more rest, Falcon thought, more time. But it was the Nightwalker’s operation, Nightwalker’s call. He walked close alongside the Amerindian as they started off again, always ready to offer a supporting shoulder if necessary. But apparently the proximity of their goal had given the runner more energy. His pace was still slow, but he didn’t show the same tendency to stumble.