"You're right, someone has been here. And it looks like they've decided to stay - down there." The tall man pointed over the brink of the escarpment toward the valley floor.
"The path ends here, and that's a fact. Well, if he went over at this point he's a goner. Too bad. Wonder what he had in that pouch?"
They glanced cautiously out over the edge of the precipice. The short man suddenly gave the tall one a half shove.
"You idiot! What if I'd slipped. I'll rap you on that thick skull if you do a fool thing like that again!"
The shorter one grinned. "Ah, it was just in fun. I'd not send you over."
"No, not unless you were for taking all the coins for yourself. Just keep your distance. Maybe you saw nothing at all, just wanted to get me out here where it'd be easy. No, Rooster, I trust you not at all."
The burly man pulled a dagger from his belt, still grinning. "You think too much, friend Peter. Nevertheless, I like it! It is an excellent idea!"
The blade darted out! Missed!
The Peter stepped back quickly, slipped, fell sideward, slid toward the cliff!
He grabbed the ankle of his companion. The Rooster kicked his face! Blood spurted from a broken nose, covered the sandled foot! Rooster pulled and jerked, trying to free his leg, but Peter held on doggedly.