CHAPTER 36
On noon of the third day skirting the chasm, Chaco discovered a possible crossing point. “We can get to the other side from here.”
“Don’t think so,” Margo said. “That’s gotta be darn near thirty feet between the edge of this cliff and that far side.”
“We can build a bridge.”
“Are you outta yer mind? How? With what, smarty pants?”
“With that.” Chaco pointed to a sturdy Douglas fir with a thick trunk perched on the edge of the chasm. “We cut it so it lands on the other side, and we walk over.”
“I suppose it’ll work, that is if we kin git it to fall the exact right way and land jist so.”
“We can do that.”
“Let’s git to it, then. We ain’t got but a few hours of good light. We gotta unbury that saw and hatchet, and whatever else we got on that sled thang we kin use to cut dow
