do lose the truck. That way weâll still have the quad and our supplies.â
âHow many people can ride on the quad?â Mark asked.
âTwo.â
âBut there are three of us.â
âIf we lose the truck, there wonât be because youâll be inside the truck.â John pointed down the steep hill. âWherever it ends up.â
âMaybe Nicole would like to do the truck thing.â
âIâd be happy to,â Nicole said.
âExcept I told her dad that Iâd try to keep her safe,â John said.
Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket. âWanna call my dad?â
John smiled. âGive me a hand unloading the quad.â
âIâm going to look around,â Nicole said. âI know I saw something.â
âDonât wander too far,â John said. âAnd take your go bag with you.â
Nicole walked back to where she thought she had seen something. Whatever it is , she thought, uncertain why it was so important. Mr. Masters probably thinks Iâm insane. She had seen it out of the corner of her eye past Markâs head on the passenger side. By the time sheâd leaned forward, it had vanished into the trees. She scanned the forest for a familiar landmark. There! An old tree blown over by the wind or downed by lightning. She walked toward it. Halfway there, she saw a movement behind the splintered stump and stopped. She knew better than to walk up to a wild animal in the woods, if thatâs what it was. She waited and watched. In the distance she heard the truck start and John shouting instructions to Mark. It moved again. A humanlike face peered out from behind the stump. It was Chico, Chiquitaâs twin brother. He was baring his teeth in a fear grimace. She didnât blame him. Earthquakes were scary. So was being lost in the woods and separated from the show. She couldnât imagine what was goingthrough the young chimpâs mind, but she knew exactly what was going through her own.
Chicoâs bizarre appearance here meant that her mother and sister had to be nearby. It also meant that animals had escaped from the circus trucks, and the show was almost certainly in trouble. Nicole sat down on the ground and averted her gaze to make herself appear less threatening. If it had been Chiquita peeking out from behind the stump, Nicole would have walked up to her with open arms, calling her name, but she didnât know Chico that well. If she walked toward him, he was liable to run away. The only thing to do was wait for him to get over his fear and approach her.
If only I had some food, I could ⦠She remembered the go bag. Very slowly she slipped the small backpack off her shoulders. Chico watched her suspiciously but didnât run. He showed a little more of his body as she unzipped a side pocket and pulled out an energy bar.
âHungry?â
Chico stepped completely out from behind the stump.
âMe too.â Nicole started to unwrap the bar. Chico took a tentative step forward. âYou recognize my voice, donât you?â
Chico gave her a quiet woot.
âThatâs what I thought.â Nicole took a bite out of the bar, then held the rest out to him. âYou want some?â
â Woot .â
âYouâre going to have to come and get it, because Iâm not bringing it to you. And youâd better make it quick. This trainâs about to leave the station.â
Chico took a couple steps forward.
âI know youâre scared. Itâs creepy when the ground shakes. Scared me too. But youâre lucky you werenât at the farm during the hurricane. Now, that was terrifying.â
Chico started knuckling his way toward Nicole, then froze, looking at something behind her.
âItâs okay, Chico. Donât run off.â Nicole turned her head. Mark was fifty feet away with his camera.
âIs that a chimpanzee?â
âNo, Mark, itâs a baby