CHAPTER XXVIII
THE LEDGE
If it hadn’t been for that slanting ledge a little below us we could have looked down and seen just how steep the hill was. It would be bad enough to have to turn back, anyway, that’s what I thought. But to turn back without really knowing for sure that we couldn’t possibly go any further, gee whiz, that didn’t seem like scouts. We were all feeling pretty disappointed because we knew that the chances were against us.
“We’ll either do it or know that we can’t, that’s our motto,” Hunt said.
“And if we can’t, that will mean no one can,” I said.
“That’s us,” Dorry shouted.
“Give me a hand down,” Warde said.