Chapter 5: In Which the Wilderness Is Faced“Yes, I said you’d get to rest, but five times in an hour is ridiculous,” said Sybil. “Get up.”
“No.” Ada sprawled against the bank of the dry stream bed, her pack squashing the brush behind her.
“Supposedly, Australian explorers walked all through here, didn’t they? I can only assume they didn’t complain like this.”
“They would’ve if they’d had you along.”
“Get up.”
Ada closed her eyes and nestled ostentatiously further into the brush.
“Okay,” said Sybil. “Let’s go, Hoyle.”
“What?” Hoyle had been expecting shouting, shoving, maybe even tears—from Ada at least. But to just … leave her here? Sybil had to be bluffing. She had to.
But she was already several yards up the stream bed.
Hoyle turned back to Ada, who was nonchalantly scratching h
