"They, too, are my friends this many a year." He seated himself at the wheel of the car.

"Come, for we cannot drive fast amongst these hills in the dark." Hillyard will never forget to the day of his death that wild passage through the mountains.

Now it was some sudden twist to avoid a precipice, now a jerk and a halt whilst Jose stared into the darkness ahead of him; here the car jolted suddenly over great stones, then it sank to the axle in soft dust; at another place the bushes whipped their faces; and again they must descend and build a little bridge of boughs and undergrowth over a rivulet.

But so high an elation possessed him that he was unconscious both of the peril and the bruises.

He could have sung aloud.