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With the last of his strength, Chess hauled the supplies
back to the ledge. He carried the pack twenty feet to the
left and ran back. Lifting the butt-end of the pole, the
kender put his shoulder to it.
"Don't!" Wingover started.
"Wait!" Chane shouted.
"Youcan'tdothat!" Bobbin called.
But the kender already had. With a tremendous heave,
Chess swung the pack off the ledge, trying to hoist it out
to the soarwagon's hook. Pack, pole, and kender disap-
peared over the edge. Jilian screamed.
Instantly Wingover loosed his sword, plunged its
blade deep into a crack in the rock, and swung himself
outward and down. Chane Feldstone jumped over him,
cleared the ledge, and scrambled down the man's length.
The dwarf hung from Wingover's ankle and grabbed
Chess's free hand just as the kender lost his grip on a
snag.
"Got him!" Chane called. "Pull us back up!"
Wingover pulled, but nothing happened. His grip on
his sword held them suspended -- man, dwarf, kender,
pole and pack hanging over the misted gorge -- but no
amount of muscle-wrenching effort would lift them.
"I thought I was the one who was crazy," Bobbin called
from the hovering soarwagon.
Just at the cliff's edge, Jilian had her feet braced and
both hands on Wingover's forearm. Her nails bit into hi!
skin as she pulled. "Let go!" he shouted at her. 'You're
making it worse!"
"Somebody get a rope!" Chane called from below.
"I have a rope," Bobbin mentioned
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