After dinner, Bert had taken out her map. She had studied it with her flashlight while they sat around the campfire, and found a route that would lead them around the foot of the mountain, avoiding the trail up to Dead Mule Pass. “We can wait and make sure the creeps are on their way up to the pass. Then we’ll take this trail, and it’ll be the last we ever see of them.” “Unless they come back down again when they realize what we’re doing,” Andrea said. Bonnie got up from the log where she’d been sitting, and crouched behind Bert to look at the new route. “I don’t know,” she said. “That would take us right to the edge of the wilderness area. Look at that road. The trail runs almost over to it.” “Afraid we’ll get hit by cars?” Andrea asked. “It’s just a crummy little dirt road,” Bert said. “Not like we’ll be back in civilization.” “I guess this is better than having to cope with those jerks.”
