“I didn’t say I’m for turning back,” Warde said. “But this isn’t a case of ringing front door bells and getting on the right side of people. Maybe scouts like Nature, but Nature doesn’t care much about scouts.”
“You said something,” I told him. “But, gee whiz, we don’t want to turn back.”
He said, “Well, there’s no use crying till we’re hurt. We’ve got to find out how steep it is below and that ought to be easy.”
He started throwing off his jacket.
“Only you’d better be careful,” I said. “That ledge is kind of slanting.”
“It’s all full of bushes,” he said.
“How will you get up again if you have to come back?” one of the fellows asked him.
“A couple of you can reach down,” he said. “There’s a good foothold up on top here.”
I didn’t like the idea of his doing that. But I didn’t like the idea of turning back either.