“What are you—” Elchanan began, but then he heard something. Was that a voice?
This was not how he’d expected the long-awaited graduation trip to turn out.
Elchanan scowled to himself as he scrambled up a steep hill, the trail barely discernible under his feet. Avi was lagging behind, again, still talking about the map.
Map or no map, he’d have to be blind to think the trail went in any other direction. To their right and left, the trees were packed so densely they would probably be lost within minutes.
For a minute, a twinge of doubt assailed him. Could they be on the wrong path? It didn’t look like it was supposed to; Mr. Kreiser had insisted that all paths were well-maintained and easy to follow.
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