No other sound was heard save the bells on the harness, the cracking of the whip, and the rumble of wheels over the stony road.

They drove on all night, without once changing horses.

It was not necessary to stop at Listhus, a dreary station, situated in a sort of natural amphitheater, surrounded by pine-clad mountains.

They passed swiftly by Tiness, too, a picturesque little hamlet, perched on a rocky eminence.

Their progress was rapid in spite of the rather dilapidated condition of their vehicle, whose bolts and springs rattled and creaked dolorously, and certainly there was no just cause of complaint against the driver, though he was half asleep most of the time.