Chapter 4 – Part 3


George groaned. “Wait up, guys,” he croaked.

But no one seemed to hear him.

George stopped for a quick break. He used the back of his pudgy hand to wipe off the beads of sweat on his forehead. Then he shifted his heavy duffel bag into a more comfortable position. He hated being the last in the group. And he hated steep slopes.

Would he be able to catch up with the others?


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