She'd rather have been teamed up with David or Shay, but those two were cutting together today. And it was probably time she got to know some of the other Smokies better.
"And you got a new sleeping bag, too, I hope."
"Yeah. Twelve SpagBols."
"Must be almost out of trade."
She nodded. "Only eight left."
"Not bad. Still, I bet you didn't realize on your way here that you were eating your future wealth."
Tally laughed. They crouched under the partly cut tree, pulling handfuls of cut vines from around the track.
"If I'd known how valuable food packets were, I probably wouldn't have eaten so many, starving or not. I don't even like it anymore. The worst was SpagBol for breakfast."
"Sounds good to me." Croy chuckled. "This section look clear to you?"
"Sure. Let's start on the next one." She handed him the saw.
Croy did the easy part first, attacking the underbrush with the humming saw. "So, Tally, there's one thing that's kind of confusing."
"What's that?"
The saw glanced off metal, sending up a smattering of sparks.
"The first day you were here, you said you left the city with two weeks of food."
"Yeah."
"If it took you nine days to get here, you should only have had five days of food left.
Maybe fifteen packets altogether. But I remember on that first day, when I looked into your bag, I was, like, 'She's got tons!'" Tally swallowed, trying not to show any expression.
"And it turns out I was right. Twelve plus six plus eight is…twenty-six?"
"Yeah, I guess."
He nodded, working the saw carefully beneath a low branch. "I thought so. But you left the city before your birthday, right?"
Tally thought fast. "Sure. But I guess I didn't really eat three meals every day, Croy. Like I said, I was pretty sick of SpagBol after a while."
"Seems like you didn't eat much at all, for such a long trip."
Tally struggled to do the math in her head, to figure out what sort of numbers would add up. She remembered what Shay had said that first night: Some Smokies were suspicious of her, worried that she might be a spy. Tally had thought they all accepted her by now.
Apparently not.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. "Look, Croy, let me tell you something. A secret."
"What's that?"
"I probably left the city with more than just two weeks' worth of food. I never really counted."
"But you kept saying-" "Yeah, I might have exaggerated a little, just to make the trip sound more interesting, you know? Like I could have run out of food when the rangers didn't turn up. But you're right, I always had plenty."
"Sure." He looked up at her, smiling gently. "I thought maybe so. Your trip did sound a little bit too…interesting to be true."
"But most of what I said was-" "Of course." The saw whined to a stop in his hand. "I'm sure most of it was. Question is, how much?"
Tally met his piercing eyes, struggling to think of what to say. It was nothing but a few extra food packets, hardly proof that she was a spy. She should just laugh it off. But the fact that he was dead right silenced her.
"You want the saw for a while?" he said mildly. "Clearing this up is hard work."
Since they were clearing brush, there was no load of metal to take back at midday, so the railroad crew had brought their lunch out with them: potato soup, and bread with salty olives dotted through it. Tally was glad when Shay took her lunch away from the rest of the group, to the edge of the dense forest. She followed, settling next to her friend in the dappled light. "I need to talk to you, Shay." Shay, not looking at her, sighed softly as she tore her bread into pieces. "Yeah, I guess you do."
"Oh. Did he talk to you, too?"
Shay shook her head. "He didn't have to say anything."
Tally frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I mean it's obvious. Ever since you got here. I should have seen it right away."
"I never-" Tally started, but her voice betrayed her. "What are you saying? You think Croy's right?"
Shay sighed. "I'm just saying that-" She stopped and turned to face Tally. "Croy? What about Croy?"
"He was talking to me before lunch, and he noticed my sweater and asked if I got a sleeping bag. And he figured that after nine days getting here I had too much SpagBol left."
"You had too much what?" Shay's expression was one of total confusion. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Remember when I got here? I told everyone that…" Tally trailed off, for the first time noticing Shay's eyes. They were lined with red, as if she hadn't slept. "Wait a second, what did you think I was talking about?"
Shay held out a hand, fingers splayed. "This."
"What?"
"Hold out yours."
Tally opened one hand, making a mirror image of Shay's.
"Same size," Shay said. She turned both her palms up. "Same blisters, too."
Tally looked down and blinked. If anything, Shay's hands were in worse shape, red and dry and cracked with the ragged edges of burst blisters. Shay always worked so hard, diving in first, always taking the hardest jobs.
Tally's fingers went to the gloves tucked into her belt. "Shay, I'm sure David didn't mean to-" "I'm sure he did. People always think long and hard about gifts in the Smoke."
Tally bit her lip. It was true. She pulled the gloves from her belt.
"You should take them."
"I. Don't. Want. Them."
Tally sat back, stunned. First Croy, now this.
"No, I guess you don't." She dropped the gloves. "But Shay, shouldn't you talk to David before you go nuts about this?"
Shay chewed at a fingernail, shaking her head. "He doesn't talk to me that much anymore.
Not since you showed up. Not about anything important. He's got stuff on his mind, he says."
"Oh." Tally gritted her teeth. "I never…I mean, I like David, but…"
"It's not your fault, okay? I know that." Shay reached out and gave Tally's heart-shaped pendant a little flick. "And besides, maybe your mysterious someone will show up, and it won't matter anyway."
Tally nodded. True enough, once the Specials got here, Shay's romantic life would be the least of anyone's worries.
"Have you even mentioned that to David? It seems like it might be an issue."
"No. I haven't."
"Why not?"
"It just never came up."
Shay's mouth tightened. "That's convenient."
Tally let out a groan. "But Shay, you said it yourself: I wasn't supposed to be giving out directions to the Smoke. I feel really bad about the whole thing. I'm not going to go advertising it."
"Except by wearing that thing around your neck. Which didn't do much good, though, since apparently David didn't notice it."
Tally sighed.
"Or maybe he doesn't care, because this is all just in your…" She couldn't finish. It wasn't just in Shay's head; she could see it now, and feel it too. When David showed her the railway cave, and told her his secret about his parents, he had trusted her, even when he shouldn't have. And now this present. Could it really be just Shay overreacting?
In a quiet part of her mind, Tally realized that she hoped it wasn't.
She took a deep breath, expelling the thought.
"Shay, what do you want me to do?"
"Just tell him."
"Tell him what?"
"About why you wear that heart. About your mysterious someone."
Too late, Tally felt the expression on her face.
Shay nodded. "You don't want to, do you? That's pretty clear."
"No, I will. Really."
"Sure you will." Shay turned away, pulling a hunk of bread from her soup and taking a vicious bite.
"I will." Tally touched her friend's shoulder, and instead of pulling away, Shay turned back to her, her expression almost hopeful.