It don't seem reasonable to stick at it like this.
There's Holt village not a mile away, and a comfortable inn and a fire waiting.

I thought that was as far as you wanted to come.

We might lie up there for a few hours, at any rate." His passenger slipped down from his place, and, lifting the rug, peered into the tonneau of the car, over which they had tied a hood.

To all appearance, the condition of the man who lay there was unchanged.

There was a slightly added blueness about the lips but his breathing was still perceptible.