Five hours later, Declan was still stuck on the edge of the cliff and, from his vantage point, had seen no signs of life from any of the workmen or the contractor. It was starting to get late in the day, and he had no water or food. He was sitting on the ground at the edge of the cliff looking down, trying to get up the nerve to slide down.
“Didn’t you believe me?” Murdock said close behind him.
The sound scared Declan into starting to slide over the edge, but Murdock had grabbed him to prevent it.
“I told them to heed your warning,” he said in his own defense, with a hint of both panic and relief in his voice. He looked surreptitiously over to the others, afraid to ask their condition.
“It looks to me that all of you ignored me,” Murdock said sternly. He had been standing and glaring,
