you sure?â said Biscuits.
He was starting to sound as if he was regretting his decision. He shifted from one foot to the other, helplessly trussed up like a turkey.
âIâm one hundred per cent certain, pal,â said Jake. âNow, you go down at your own pace ââ
Biscuits screwed up his face.
âWhat if I get dizzy?â
âAny time you want to stop you just pull the ropes apart. OK? Now, Iâll just secure myself, right. And then weâre ready for your big moment, Biscuits.â
âGood luck, Biscuits. I think youâre a hero,â I said earnestly.
Biscuits beamed at me â though his teeth had started chattering.
âOK. Start walking backwards towards the edge, Biscuits,â said Jake.
âEr. This is when it starts to get a bit . . .â Biscuits wavered.
Even Giles and Kelly looked relieved that they werenât going first now. The thought of stepping backwards into space made my legs tremble inside my tracksuit.
âYouâll be fine, I promise,â said Jake. âWhen you get to the edge stick your bottom out, legs and feet at right angles to the cliff â and donât let go of the rope! Especially not with your left hand. You walk yourself down. Youâre in control. Your bodyweight helps you down.â
âThen Biscuitsâ bodyweight is going to whizz him down mega-fast,â said Kelly.
âShut up, Kelly,â said Jake. âCome on, Biscuits. Over you go. Iâll buy you a chocky biscuit for going first, OK?â
âHow about a huge great
bag
of biscuits?â said Biscuits.
He started shuffling backwards to the edge â and then â OVER IT!
âThatâs it. Good boy!â said Jake. âDonât let go with your right hand. Down you go. Easy does it. Great. Absolutely perfect! One foot after the other. Are you watching, kids? Biscuits is doing a grand job.â
I couldnât watch. But everyone suddenly cheered â which meant Biscuits had made it right to the bottom of the cliff.
I didnât dare look all the way down but I shouted âWell done, Biscuits,â into the wind.
âThere! I told you it was easy,â said Jake, hauling the ropes and harness back after Biscuits had unscrewed himself . âOK, Tim. You next.â
âNo!â
âYes,â said Jake, coming over to me.
âNo,â I said.
âYouâve all got to go sooner or later,â said Jake.
âLater,â I insisted.
âNo. Sooner,â said Jake. âGet it over with.â
âI canât,â I said.
âYes you can, Tim,â said Jake, holding my hand.
âHeâs scared,â said Giles.
âWe all get scared,â said Jake. âEspecially the first time.â He bent down and looked me straight in the eye. âBut youâll see itâs easy, Tim. Trust me. Now. Into the harness.â
I found I was being strapped in before I could get away. Jake was telling me things about this rope in this hand, that rope in that, but the wind was whipping his words away. I couldnât listen properly anyway. There was just this roaring inside my head.
âDonât let go of the rope, right?â said Jake.
I felt as if my head was going to burst right out of my personalized safety helmet.
This couldnât be real. It couldnât be happening to me. If I closed my eyes maybe it would all turn into a nightmare and then Iâd wake up in bed at home with Walter Bear.
âTim?â said Jake. âOpen your eyes! Now, your pal Biscuits is down there waiting for you. Come on. Start backing towards the edge.â
I backed one step. Then another. Then I stopped.
âI canât!â
âYes you can,â said Jake. âYouâll see. Over you go. Donât worry. You canât fall. You just have to remember, you
donât
let go of the rope.â
I stared at him and started backing some more. Then my heels
H.B. Gilmour, Randi Reisfeld