reach the best spying place near the lake from this point。 Remember； I tell myself。 Youˇre the hunter now； not them。 I get a firmer grasp on my bow and go on。 I make it to the copse Rue has told me about and again have to admire her cleverness。 Itˇs right at the edge of the wood； but the bushy foliage is so thick down low I can easily observe the Career camp without being spotted。 Between us lies the flat expanse where the Games began。
There are four tributes。 The boy from District 1； Cato and the girl from District 2； and a scrawny； ashen…skinned boy who must be from District 3。 He made almost no impression on me at all during our time in the Capitol。 I can remember almost nothing about him； not his costume； not his training score； not his interview。 Even now； as he sits there fiddling with some kind of plastic box； heˇs easily ignored in the presence of his large and domineering panions。 But he must be of some value or they wouldnˇt have bothered to let him live。 Still； seeing him only adds to my sense of unease over why the Careers would possibly leave him as a guard； why they have allowed him to live at all。
All four tributes seem to still be recovering from the tracker jacker attack。 Even from here； I can see the large swollen lumps on their bodies。 They must not have had the sense to remove the stingers； or if they did； not known about the leaves that healed them。 Apparently； whatever medicines they found in the Cornucopia have been ineffective。
The Cornucopia sits in its original position； but its insides have been picked clean。 Most of the supplies； held in crates； burlap sacks； and plastic bins； are piled neatly in a pyramid in what seems a questionable distance from the camp。 Others are sprinkled around the perimeter of the pyramid； almost mimicking the layout of supplies around the Cornucopia at the onset of the Games。 A canopy of ting that； aside from discouraging birds； seems to be useless shelters the pyramid itself。
The whole setup is pletely perplexing。 The distance； the ting； and the presence of the boy from District 3。 One thingˇs for sure； destroying those supplies is not going to be as simple as it looks。 Some other factor is at play here； and Iˇd better stay put until I figure out what it is。 My guess is the pyramid is booby…trapped in some manner。 I think of concealed pits； descending s； a thread that when broken sends a poisonous dart into your heart。 Really； the possibilities are endless。
While I am mulling over my options； I hear Cato shout out。 Heˇs pointing up to the woods； far beyond me； and without turning I know that Rue must have set the first campfire。 Weˇd made sure to gather enough green wood to make the smoke noticeable。 The Careers begin to arm themselves at once。
An argument breaks out。 Itˇs loud enough for me to hear that it concerns whether or not the boy from District 3 should stay or acpany them。
¨Heˇs ing。 We need him in the woods； and his jobˇs done here anyway。 No one can touch those supplies；〃 says Cato。
¨What about Lover Boy？〃 says the boy from District 1。
¨I keep telling you； forget about him。 I know where I cut him。 Itˇs a miracle he hasnˇt bled to death yet。 At any rate； heˇs in no shape to raid us；〃 says Cato。
So Peeta is out there in the woods； wounded badly。 But I am still in the dark on what motivated him to betray the Careers。
¨e on；〃 says Cato。 He thrusts a spear into the hands of the boy from District 3； and they head off in the direction of the fire。 The last thing I hear as they enter the woods is Cato saying； ¨When we find her； I kill her in my own way； and no one interferes。〃
Somehow I donˇt think heˇs talking about Rue。 She didnˇt drop a nest of tracker jackers on him。
I stay put for a half an hour or so； trying to figure out what to do about the supplies。 The one advantage I have with the bow and arrow is distance。 I could send a flaming arrow into the pyramid easily enough Iˇm a good enough shot to get it through those openings in the but thereˇs no guarantee it would catch。 More likely itˇd just burn itself out and then what？ Iˇd have achieved nothing and given them far too much information about myself。 That I was here； that I have an acplice； that I can use the bow and arrow with accuracy。
Thereˇs no alternative。 Iˇm going to have to get in closer and see if I canˇt discover what exactly protects the supplies。 In fact； Iˇm just about to reveal myself when a movement catches my eye。 Several hundred yards to my right； I see someone emerge from the woods。 For a second； I think itˇs Rue； but then I recognize Foxface sheˇs the one we couldnˇt remember this morning creeping out onto the plain。 When she decides itˇs safe； she runs for the pyramid； all steps。 Just before she reaches the circle of supplies that have been littered around the pyramid； she stops； searches the ground； and carefully places her feet on a spot。 Then she begins to approach the pyramid with strange little hops； sometimes landing on one foot； teetering slightly； sometimes risking a few steps。 At one point； she launches up in the air； over a small barrel and lands poised on her tiptoes。 But she overshot slightly； and her momentum throws her forward。 I hear her give a sharp squeal as her hands hit the ground； but nothing happens。 In a moment； sheˇs regained her feet and continues until she has reached the bulk of the supplies。
So； Iˇm right about the booby trap； but itˇs clearly more plex than I had imagined。 I was right about the girl； too。 How wily is she to have discovered this path into the food and to be able to replicate it so neatly？ She fills her pack； taking a few items from a variety of containers； crackers from a crate； a handful of apples from a burlap sack that hangs suspended from a rope off the side of a bin。 But only a handful from each； not enough to tip off that the food is missing。 Not enough to cause suspicion。 And then sheˇs doing her odd little dance back out of the circle and scampering into the woods again； safe and sound。
I realize Iˇm grinding my teeth in frustration。 Foxface has confirmed what Iˇd already guessed。 But what sort of trap have they laid that requires such dexterity？ Has so many trigger points？ Why did she squeal so as her hands made contact with the earth？ Youˇd have thought 。 。 。 and slowly it begins to dawn on me 。 。 。 youˇd have thought the very ground was going to explode。
¨Itˇs mined；〃 I whisper。 That explains everything。 The Careersˇ willingness to leave their supplies； Foxfaceˇs reaction； the involvement of the boy from District 3； where they have the factories； where they make televisions and automobiles and explosives。 But where did he get them？ In the supplies？ Thatˇs not the sort of weapon the Gamemakers usually provide； given that they like to see the tributes draw blood personally。 I slip out of the bushes and cross to one of the round metal plates that lifted the tributes into the arena。 The ground around it has been dug up and patted back down。 The land mines were disabled after the sixty seconds we stood on the plates； but the boy from District 3 must have managed to reactivate them。 Iˇve never seen anyone in the Games do that。 I bet it came as a shock even to the