"It will always have a place among my pleasant memories." "And among mine." He sprang into his seat and grasped the wheel.

The automobile began a slow and cautious descent of the mountain's southward slope.

However reluctant one is to prepare for a start there is invariably a certain elation after the start is made, and John felt the uplift now.

He could not yet see his way out of Austria, but he felt that he would find it.
He did not even know where their present road led, except that it disappeared in a valley, filled with mists and vapors from the melting snows.
John had preserved the pass given to him by the German officer, and thinking he might be able to make use of it again, he dropped the name of John Scott once more and returned to that of Jean Castel, asking Julie and Suzanne to remember the change, whenever they should meet anyone.

But it was a long before they saw a human being.
They came at last to the bottom of a narrow valley, and the strain of driving under such dangerous circumstances had been so great that John felt compelled to take a rest of a half-hour.