“Tired?”
“I don’t know. I’m just shaking inside, but the rest of me is just numb.”
“Well, let’s take it easy. I feel the same way.”
He rolled a cigarette, stretched out and relaxed.
“How are we ever going to get down?” she asked suddenly.
“I’ve been wonderin’ the same thing. We might have to go down the same way we came up.”
“Not me!” Jane looked at him wildly. “I’d starve first.”
“We won’t worry about that part of it. There must be other ways to get down.”
After an hour of relaxation, in which the sun had dropped below the western peaks, Jane managed to put on her boots, and they got to their feet. Her feet were swollen and very sore, but she hobbled bravely after Cultus, who was as badly off in that respect as she.
They went up the sandstone steps and through the crevice, where they came out on sort of a ledge, overshadowed by a projecting ledge, like the eaves of a huge dwelling. Under this ledge was the well preserved home of an ancient cliff dweller. Cultus had seen them before, but possibly not in such good state of preservation.