When she stood back up, the splint gave her ankle good support, and she was able to stand on it, not without some pain, but at least it didn’t buckle. She leaned on her pine branch, stepped carefully over the narrow stream, and made her way through the rocks to the trail on the other side. Just as she was about to start, she heard a faint voice from the top of the ravine.
“Jenny, where are you? You better show yourself, ’cause I’m not happy with you.”
Jorge! Desperately, Jenny looked around. A few feet away, under the trees, was another brush pile on top of some fallen logs. She dropped down and scooted under the overhanging branches until she was out of sight. Up above she heard voices drawing nearer. It was Luis and Jorge. They had a flashlight, and Jenny could see the light reflecting
