

The distant drums rumbled. We had reached an impasse.
"Where now Sergeant Rutledge?" Harper inquired.
Behind us the other explorers began to arrive, one setting himself by a willow tree.
"I'm not sure," I replied. "I think we may need to ask one of them," nodding in the direction of the now resting travellers.
Harper looked agitated. "Sure that's a good idea?" You told them you always know your next move."
The kid was right. I had learnt my art in the Green Berets, but the last thirteen days trying to stay one step ahead of them was beginning to test my patience.
This was one soldier that wasn't going to get scorched.
What am I?