“There are too many guards, you couldn’t fight them. We need you to stay free. That’s why Umbo warned us to give things to you, don’t you see? Separate from us. Drift back, don’t make a sudden movement the wrong way.”
“I know how to do it, thank you, boy,” said Loaf. And he began to walk a little faster, drifting forward through the crowd. As he went, he took off his outer jacket and carried it, tucking his hat under the jacket as well.
Rigg was pleased to find out that his instinct had been the same as a soldier’s knowledge.
But after a while, Loaf drifted back to them. “It’s Cooper, the banker,” said Loaf. “He’ll know my face.”
“Cooper?” asked Rigg.
“There are two officers of the People’s Army with him, letting him look at everybody who passes. One of the officers is very high, a general I’m sure.”
“I thought the People’s Army had no ranks,” said Umbo.
“They have no insignias of rank,” said Loaf dismissively. “But a general is a general. Look, Rigg, if Cooper hadn’t been scrutinizing all the nearer faces, he would have seen me—I was in plain view.”
“Maybe he’s looking for someone else,” said Umbo.
But Rigg knew that for some reason, on some pretext, Cooper had betrayed them. “Go back into the Tower of O and wait for a couple of hours.”
“Cooper will just tell them to look for me inside,” said Loaf.
“No,” said Rigg. “We’ll tell them you left us hours ago because you were tired and didn’t want to climb. Do you have the money?”
“Most of it. But they’ll still search my luggage,” said Loaf.
“I’ll try to get them to turn Umbo loose, too,” said Rigg. “I’m the one Cooper wants.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m the one who owns the money,” said Rigg. “I should have known it was too good to be true.”
Umbo spoke up, his face reddening. “Loaf, I didn’t put the knife in your luggage.”
“Why not?” asked Rigg.
“Where did you put it?” asked Loaf.
“Behind a barrel of salt pork in the boat’s galley,” said Umbo.
“Got it,” said Loaf. Then he drifted back in the queue, made a show of looking for something, and then went back against the flow of the crowd, ostensibly to find it.
“Why did you lie about the knife?” asked Rigg, as he and Umbo continued forward toward the checkpoint.
“I told you I put it in Loaf’s bags so you wouldn’t think I was trying to steal it. You even said yourself that you wouldn’t trust me if you thought I was stealing.”
“Umbo,” said Rigg, “I was wrong when I said I wouldn’t trust you. I trust you with my life.”
Umbo said nothing.
Rigg tried to keep other people between him and Cooper—he wanted to give Loaf plenty of time to get back inside the tower.
“Father always accused me of the worst thing,” said Umbo. “Whatever it was, he always said I was planning to do it. I’m just . . . used to it.”
“We’re friends, Umbo,” said Rigg. “Now try to act stupid and confused.”
“That won’t be acting,” said Umbo.
“I’m going to try to get you out of this,” said Rigg.