It was Gutterman’s voice, trembling and filled with fear. “Don’t even breathe.” All four passengers had good reason to obey the order because the car had gone partially through the guardrail and was teetering over the cliff. It’s right rear wheel hung out in space and the left one was poised on the very edge. “Let’s get out of here,” Burger cried, starting to climb out on his side, which was safely on the road. Gutterman stopped him with a snarl. “If you lay one foot on the ground, I’ll make you wish you were never born!” “But what can we do?” Burger whined. Gutterman pondered the question carefully. “It seems to me that you and I can’t get out because the weight of our friends in back will then topple the car right over the edge.” “You could open the back door on your side, Herr Burger. Just push the switch and unlock it, and Ned and I will get out slowly. Then you can get out, too,” Nancy said steadily. “No, you don’t,” Gutterman responded. “You two might make it and Burger could jump.
