“Do you always babble like this?” Jack asked. “Only when someone is suggesting that I jump off a cliff. Otherwise, I’m a very quiet man.” Jack stopped suddenly. “Look,” he said, pointing at the ridgeline ahead of them. “There.” “What? What is it?” “That’s where we can get down.” Will looked; the cliff face was not quite as steep closest to the northern end of the ridge, but it still looked like suicide to him. “Please, Jack… Think about this,” he begged.
