And now, my brave young Yankee, here is my machine.

Into it, and we'll lead the way." John sprang into the automobile, and sank down upon the cushions.

He had a vast sense of ease and luxury.

He had not known until then, the extent of his mental and physical overstrain, but de Rougemont, who was also in the machine, observed it and gave him a drink from a flask, which revived him greatly.
Then the automobile turned into the road and moved forward at a slow gait, puffing gently like a monster trying to hold in his breath.

From the wood and the fields came the tread of many thousand men, marching to the night attack.