“All is ready. Please take your time, ladies, and if you tire, you must say so,” she directed.
“We follow where you lead, Mrs. Gray,” promised Miss Cartwright dramatically.
“Don’t make rash promises, Miss Cartwright,” warned the general. “You don’t know what you are promising. I think I do.”
“Just wait and see,” teased the young woman.
It was a hard hike to the brow of the mountain, taking nearly two hours, at the rate they traveled. The party finally came out on a broad table of rock, from which the mountain sloped away a short distance, then took a sheer drop of a thousand feet.
None of the party ventured to look over the brink until Grace finally did so, then turned laughingly to Miss Cartwright.
“Are you following?”
“Yes.” Miss Cartwright stepped up beside Grace and gazed off over the great precipice.
