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"
Katniss
,
"
he
says
.
"
We
need
to
split
up
.
I
know
I
'm
chasing
away
the
game
.
"
"
Only
because
your
leg
's
hurt
,
"
I
say
generously
,
because
really
,
you
can
tell
that
's
only
a
small
part
of
the
problem
.
"
I
know
,
"
he
says
.
"
So
,
why
do
n't
you
go
on
?
Show
me
some
plants
to
gather
and
that
way
we
'll
both
be
useful
.
"
"
Not
if
Cato
comes
and
kills
you
.
"
I
tried
to
say
it
in
a
nice
way
,
but
it
still
sounds
like
I
think
he
's
a
weakling
.
Surprisingly
,
he
just
laughs
.
"
Look
,
I
can
handle
Cato
.
I
fought
him
before
,
did
n't
I
?
"
Yeah
,
and
that
turned
out
great
.
You
ended
up
dying
in
a
mud
bank
.
That
's
what
I
want
to
say
,
but
I
ca
n't
.
He
did
save
my
life
by
taking
on
Cato
after
all
.
I
try
another
tactic
.
"
What
if
you
climbed
up
in
a
tree
and
acted
as
a
lookout
while
I
hunted
?
"
I
say
,
trying
to
make
it
sound
like
very
important
work
.
"
What
if
you
show
me
what
's
edible
around
here
and
go
get
us
some
meat
?
"
he
says
,
mimicking
my
tone
.
"
Just
do
n't
go
far
,
in
case
you
need
help
.
"
I
sigh
and
show
him
some
roots
to
dig
.
We
do
need
food
,
no
question
.
One
apple
,
two
rolls
,
and
a
blob
of
cheese
the
size
of
a
plum
wo
n't
last
long
.
I
'll
just
go
a
short
distance
and
hope
Cato
is
a
long
way
off
.
I
teach
him
a
bird
whistle
-
not
a
melody
like
Rue
's
but
a
simple
two-note
whistle
-
which
we
can
use
to
communicate
that
we
're
all
right
.
Fortunately
,
he
's
good
at
this
.
Leaving
him
with
the
pack
,
I
head
off
.
