The road that but a moment before had made a feint of stopping for good and all at a dark and hilly wall of cedars, swept around a rocky curve and revealed the glint of the river.

After that by all the dictates of convenience it should have curved again and continued its course to Kenny's destination, pleasantly parallel with the bends of the river.

Instead it crossed the river bridge and went off at a foolish tangent, disappearing over the crest of a hill.

Wild and wooded country swept steeply down to the river edge.

Kenny, who had made a vow of penitential speed, must continue his search on foot.
The prospect filled him with dismay.
He dismissed the phaeton at the bridge and stared up and down the river in gloomy indecision.