"Do you think it's him?" Boyce posted.
"If it is, he'll be in Pomperaque by sun down." Lloyd replied.
They didn't eat too much food for breakfast, conserving it for when they needed it most, after walking for several hours without a rest.
They packed up their stuff and made their way slowly until the ledge became the path and there they quickened their pace, finding that they soon came down to the river, whose noisy roar grew stronger the nearer that they came to it.
They sat down their packs and tested out the cable.
Although it looked rusty and brittle, it still had seemed to support the weight of both of them. That was near the anchoring and Lloyd wondered how the middle and other side would hold out.
The river was indeed fast, pulling air over its surface as it flowed along, making the banks seem somewhat windy to the two men. The air passing over made the huge cable buzz as it vibrated, sounding like some of the sustained orations chanted by the monks at Halls.
They sat on a couple of rocks by the water and observed the river and cable for a few minutes, trying to draw the courage to start across.
Suddenly, both men were thrown off the rocks that they sat on but they didn't know by what.
They gave one another a couple of curious and worried glances and Boyce hollered.