I pressed on, hiking about 50 feet in front of Mary, who was straining to keep up. Dave, not in any particular hurry, lagged behind her another 15 yards or so.
“I just know the clearing in the woods was right about here,” I shouted back to my two grown children.
Still unable to find the clearing, I picked up my pace even more, stretching the distance between the three of us.
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