It is better to go," said Peter.
The question was still in debate when above the roar of the river there came to their ears a faint throbbing sound from across the valley.

It grew louder and suddenly two blinding lights flashed along the hill-side opposite.
"A motor-car," said Shere Ali, and as he spoke the lights ceased to travel.
"It's stopping at the hotel," said Linforth carelessly.
"No," said Peter.

"It has not reached the hotel.

Look, not by a hundred yards.

It has broken down." Linforth discussed the point at length, not because he was at all interested at the moment in the movements of that or of any other motor-car, but because he wished to stay where he was.