"For all the good that does him. They're not going to be gentle with him."

The scraps of paper are surrendered, to Anders if he cares to take them, before Bull hefts his weapon onto his shoulder. "They're headed north. About a half a day ahead of us. But they'll stop to resupply and regroup, and they'll be looking to keep him under. Harder to do on the move."

In other words, they should move. The sooner, the better. They might actually stand a chance of catching up.