DANTE
Dante tried not to laugh as he watched Roxanne Palma hold the guide rope with both hands, almost like she thought she might fall into the chasm at any moment. Her best friend, Rachel Battaille, looked equally terrified. Rachel kept one hand on the rope and the other clamped to Roxanne’s left arm. This section of the path was plenty wide; they’d have to fall and roll over twice just to reach the edge. Why were they so afraid?
Andrew Romolo nudged Rachel in the back. “Ged moving. We’re falling behind.” Mrs. Cassar and the rest of the kids were well down the path. Most of the remaining light came from Fräulein Schmidt’s flashlight.
Rachel snapped at Andrew. “Do nod push me again, Andrew!” Her voice was convincing, but she wasn’t about to let go of the rope or Roxanne.
“You’re hurdin
