22.
Leslie lets loose with a scream.
Rodney shouts, “Chase, hold on!”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice, as I grip the ropes tightly while flexing my arms to support my entire body weight, preventing my body from falling through the bridge. As luck would have it, only a portion of the first board has split off. Maybe one-third of the entire three-by-one-foot-long piece. If I place my feet on the still intact portion, it seems strong enough to hold me.
Glancing at what’s left of my team over my left shoulder, I bark, “Wait until I’m in the center of the bridge. Then you two follow. Leslie, you’re next. Rodney, you follow. Wait until she gets to the center before you even think of proceeding. We need even distribution on this thing.”
I take another step onto another board. It holds. Then
