Pauly walked to the right side of the trees and called a stop when he spied a green rope winding up a tree. He followed the line until it disappeared into the foliage.
“Watch out for this one,” he said “Another log or rock to spring this,” he said.
They searched carefully until another log was found. When it was found, Pauly threw the log at the spot where the rope disappeared into the ground. The trap sprung, a net flew upward, trapping the log in its mesh and an arm of pointed sticks immediately punctured it.
“Phew,” Deems, gasped. “Be on the lookout for anything.”
Pauly took one of the pointed sticks the men had dismantled and used it to poke ahead of himself, to check for other traps. In a few moments, they were on another dirt road. Tire tracks ran down the center of it.
“This should take us there.”
The remaining team members slowly crept down the road, looking for signs of more traps.
It was starting to get dark.