“Ben! Stop!”
“Let me go!” He struggled, and almost pulled Connor over the edge. Gail screamed and pulled them back, and they all collapsed in a pile.
“Wait—” Connor panted, pushing himself into a sitting position— “we need to think this through.”
“Miah, are you okay?” Gail cried out, looking over the edge, biting her lip in fear.
She didn’t respond.
She looked to be about twenty feet down, and Gail saw that her head was bleeding. “Oh dear God…please let her be okay…” Gail choked down a sob and put her hand over her mouth.
Ben leaned over the edge and clenched his fists. “If only we had a rope…you could lower me down, I could get her and you could pull me back up…”
“Well, could we find a vine or something?” Gail asked.
Connor looked around and sighed, “There aren’t any vines in a pine forest, though.”
“But what if we could climb down and back out?”
“Carrying her? I think not.”
“But we have to try—unless you can think of something else.”
“Miah!!” Gail cried, and the three watched breathless. Miah moved her hand, and her eyelids fluttered.
“Miah! Don’t move—” Connor called, putting a hand out as if to stop her. “You’re on the edge.”
She opened her eyes and turned her head to them, and then gasped, putting her arms out to feel her position. When a hand touched only empty space, her eyes widened and she almost lost her balance. “Guys...”
“Don’t move! We’ll get you out!” Ben called, and slowly lowered himself over the edge to the gravel and dirt below. He started to slide, but Connor grabbed his hand.
“Be careful,” he cautioned, and Ben nodded with a gulp.
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