It was like going into a dark underworld thriving with all kinds of unknown dangers. Although he was following very closely, Patch could barely see Garry’s outline ahead of him. Garry would carefully slide one foot ahead of him to be sure he had solid ground underfoot.
After what seemed a very long time, Patch complained: “This is giving me the willies, Garry. How much farther do you think we’ve got to go? Besides, this is slowing us down almost to a crawl.”
“I think I see a break up ahead,” Garry encouraged. “It seems we’re making a wide turn, and the farther we go the more earthshine I think I can make out.”
“Gee, I’d give anything I’ve got for a light of some kind,” Patch groaned.
“That’s about the only thing they couldn’t provide for us,” Garry said. “Remember we used up our flashlight when we cut down on our power supply in the flier.”
“I remember,” Patch returned.
Patch felt that Garry was slowly descending as he walked.
“Hey, where are you going?” Patch asked.
“There seems to be an incline going down,” Garry replied. “I sure hope it comes back up and doesn’t drop off so that we can’t cross to the other side.”
“Ugh,” Patch shuddered. “Don’t even think about that. Remember, Captain Eaton told us not to come back.”