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?