CHAPTER 8 The wet earth dropped away and Sam Tuck Barloc and Uncle Mitch dropped with it They slid fast landing on a muddy ledge hanging far out over the falls Barloc whinnied in fright and shook clumps of dirt off his pearly 1
white coat Sam put an arm around Barloc and realized they were both trembling She glanced at Uncle Mitch He wiped his face looking unsure for the first time since she’d met him Is anyone hurt he asked They all shook their heads catching their breath Tuck pointed to a series of ledges below that were staggered like steps We can head down these ledges to the beach and follow the shoreline back to the path that leads to the meadow It may take longer and No Uncle Mitch looked up as if seeking another way out But we’re trapped here Sam 3
