Julie descended from the machine and walked back and forth in the road.

They saw that they were in a narrow valley down which flowed a stream, much swollen by the melting snow.

But the grass and foliage were heavy here and the air was warm.
"I have resolved, Julie," said John, "to say, if we are pressed closely, that you are a lady of the household of the Prince of Auersperg, accompanied by your maid, and that, wishing to get out of the war zone, I'm deputed to carry you to the port of Trieste.

I can't think of anything else that seems likely to serve us better." "We're in your hands." "Aye, so we are, sir," said the bold Suzanne, "but we also have hands of our own and can help." "I know it, Suzanne, and I know that you will not fail when the time comes." Julie returned to the machine and John put his hand on the wheel again, finding it a great relief to drive on a fairly level road.

Throughout the descent of the slope he had been in fear of skidding and a fatal smash.