Chapter 150: Of Fools and Frogs, Part 3

Kent gazed at the massive web of green stretching above him. Monkeys scampered across branches, chattering warnings. Multicolored birds of all sizes flitted between branches, their ear-piercing twitters raking over him. Patches of dark blue broke through the maze as the sun stole the light from the sky in its descent. It had been a long day. Kent's feet ached. Sweat saturated his shirt, and the bites from a multitude of bugs spotted his bare skin and began to itch. He was hungry, thirsty, and miserable, but all he could think about was how Isabel and Frederick were faring under these conditions.

Or if they were faring at all.

Besides Kent's nagging fear, the worst part of the journey had been staring at Sawkins' back. If Kent had his way, he'd never have to gaze at any part of his brother again. The man had done naught but blubber and complain all day longa constant annoying whine that matched the buzz of the mosquitoes in Kent's ears.