Chapter 35
“We need to be down there, and I know an easy way to get to the bottom,” Carl said.
A few minutes later, Wylie muttered, “If this is easy, I’d hate to see hard,” even though he knew that in the grand scheme of things Carl had been correct—if they didn’t mind some slipping and sliding from one tree to the next as they made their way to the ravine’s floor. He and his grandfather had done the same thing during their forays to fish the river.
“My bet would be, if he is using a cave to stash the girls, or their bodies, it has to be fairly assessable from the top of the ravine,” Garry said. “Carrying dead weight would make climbing too far down a no-go, in my book.”