Yes yes. Anaba grabs his hand and starts to pull him through the woods. She likes to be quiet so she can hear for danger but Jack tends to use this time to blabber. Her hand goes over his mouth often and finally when they are close to a French camp they're both silent. They crouch down. Anaba puts the flat of her hand in his face and gives him a stern look. Jack is to stay. There are two soldier's close by talking and obviously on guard duty. But they are very near the compass.
She leaves Jack there, going behind him and is out of sight for several minutes before she appears in the shadows not a foot from the men. They're too close. It's a waiting game now. Anaba stays at their feet and Jack a ways away in the shadows. One of them men cups his hands palms up in front of his chest and does a dance of sorts as his friend laughs loudly. It's obvious what they're pantomiming. Anaba looks at Jack and smirks. The two fools continue their lively discussion and Anaba is getting restless. Minutes pass.... then more.
Half an hour later Anaba is laying out on the ground yawning as the two men eat. One with his ass on the tree trunk she needs to get to. Bored now, and tired of this she keeps looking at the sword there not far from her. If she brought that home with a tale of how close the white men were when she stole it... well the braves would have to listen to that. With a smile she creeps forward, stretching her arm out as far as it will go. The man nearest her takes a sudden step back and in a flash, she's flat on the ground, not breathing.
The men continue on and she creeps forward just a bit to get at it. Slowly her fingertips brush the blade. She doesn't understand how sharp it is until it's too late. The blade cuts her and she pulls her arm back as both men turn at the slight rustling. She looks up- frozen and caught.