Andrew tugged the rope once again, but nothing happened.
“Dunno,” said George, breaking the silence. He wiped sweat from his forehead. “Are we sure we’re doing the right thing? Just keep going?” He was staring at Mark.
Mark bit his lip and pondered this. He looked at Becky’s wide eyes, the cowboy’s guilty look, and Logan’s pale face in contrast with his bloodstained nose.
“We’ll have to…” he told George. “We shouldn’t give up yet.”
“But how can we not?” said Becky without any hint of sarcasm in her voice. She frowned. “I don’t know how to say it,” she cried, raising her voice. “But everything keeps getting worse!”
“At least try not to,” said Mark gently. “Positive thinking, remember?”
Becky let out a long stream of breath and nodded.