He pulled out his notebook and drew a rough sketch.
“I see, Dear,” said his wife. “When do you plan to go down?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Can you wait until we come up from the ranch?”
“Yes. Mr. Knowles will no doubt be back by then. He can bring you out early.”
“We shall come early, anyway,” said Isobel.
“Of course!” added Genevieve. She drew a deep breath. “I shall see the place before you attempt to descend.”
Her husband nodded reassuringly and looked around to where Gowan and Ashton stood waiting, several yards from one another.