His full attention was concentrated upon the machine and the road and it was all the more necessary because the night was growing darker and the wind cut.
But his confidence was so high that he handled the automobile through all the dangers with a firm and sure hand.

It sped on and on, climbing in a rapid series of circles up the side of the mountain.

Behind him the gulf was filled with vapors and before him the clouds were growing darker on the crest, but he could yet trace the road, and it would not be long now until they reached the crest and the pine forest in which the hunting lodge stood.
He wondered what kind of man the forester Muller would prove to be.

If he were suspicious, keenly alert, he might prevent their ultimate escape, but if he were merely a simple hunter John might make friends with him and use him for his purposes.

Then his thoughts came quickly back to Julie.