“You got it?” he asked Gundersen, and received a thumbs-up.
As he looked over the edge again, Benson could see the end blowing in the wind. He motioned for Gundersen to come closer as he fed the rope over the edge.
“Damn, damn, double-damn.” Benson saw the end of the rope still blowing in the wind, and Gundersen was standing next to him. “It’s further down than the amount of rope we have.”
“How much further?” Gundersen said. “I mean, if it’s just a bit further, someone could drop down.”
“But how would you get down there? You’re too big for me. You’re too big for all of us, probably.”
“It’s his weight, plus the weight of the rope,” Curtis said.
“Curious?” Benson glared at Curtis.
He looked around. “The closest tree is too far from the edge to be useful. I’d say go to the river and se
