"Go, go!" he urged, breathless with exertion or exhilaration--Will could not say which.
They ran through a dense thicket of broad-leafed trees, cut across the corner of a cane field, and stumbled to a halt on a craggy ledge.
"I don't know how I let you talk me into this," Will panted, pulling several twigs from his hair.
Jack grinned, teeth gleaming in his mud-smeared face. "I do."