Penny recognized the gruff voice of Vernon Eckenrod and guessed that he was talking to Winkey. Evidently the two were coming closer, for their argument was waxing louder.
Forgetting her own predicament, Penny listened intently. The pair were now almost at the brink of the crevasse.
“Say something!” Eckenrod roared. “What excuse have you got for stealing my wood?”
“Button your lip!” Winkey retorted. “The boss told me to get some wood for the fires at the monastery. So I done it.”
“He told you to steal, did he?”
“You’ll git your money.”
“Money isn’t the point! I cut that wood myself from my own land, and I want it for my own use! Here, give me that sled! You’re hauling it straight back where you got it!”
“Keep your hands off!”
Penny heard the sound of scuffling, and then above her, at the mouth of the crevasse, she saw the two men struggling.
“Look out!” she called.