Their bins picking up speed, Columba glanced back at Shad. “Get ready to jump!”
The connector vibrating under him, the metal wheels complaining with sparks, Columba set himself as their bins hurtled downward, picking up speed.
He leaped, and the bins disappeared from under him, the loads of rock flying at the ore pile just below him, the top of the heap coming at him too fast, he saw, too late.
His feet plunged into and through the peak, the softer lighter silt giving away to his momentum, and he slid down the far side on his behind, taking with him an avalanche of rock and dirt.
As he slid to a stop two thirds down the side, he looked back and up. Behind him, Shad tumbled like a rag doll down the slope toward him.
“Stumble, rumble, foil and scumble, mind my words and stop his tumble.
