Opposite one of these I slewed the car to the edge, got out, started it again and saw it pitch head-foremost into the darkness.

There was a splash of water and then silence.
Craning over I could see nothing but murk, and the marks at the lip where the wheels had passed.

They would find my tracks in daylight but scarcely at this time of night.
Then I ran across the road to the forest.

I was only just in time, for the echoes of the splash had hardly died away when I heard the sound of another car.

I lay flat in a hollow below a tangle of snow-laden brambles and looked between the pine-trees at the moonlit road.