"Shall we not go there and see it, Mademoiselle Julie ?" She nodded and they passed to the rear of the cathedral, where the machine stood under a shed.

It was a small limousine with a powerful body, and John, although knowing little of automobiles, liked its looks.
"How about the gasoline supply ?" he asked Picard.
"Enough, sir, for a long journey." "You've brought food ?" "Food and wine both, sir, under the seats." "That's very good, but I knew you'd be far-seeing, Picard.

If we don't find a good place we can take the supplies and return to the cathedral." "But we will find lodgings, Sir Jean the Scott," said Julie, catching the trick of the name from her brother.

"I command you to lead the way and discover them." Her dark red cloak was now white with the driven snow, and her face, rosy with the cold, looked from a dark red hood, also turned white.

John saw that her eyes laughed.