Then the vehicle bowled under dark cool shade, into a tunnel with mossy wet cliff on one side, and close-standing trees on the other.
"Reckon we're all right now, onless we meet somebody comin' up," declared the driver.
Carley relaxed.

She drew a deep breath of relief.

She had her first faint intimation that perhaps her extensive experience of motor cars, express trains, transatlantic liners, and even a little of airplanes, did not range over the whole of adventurous life.

She was likely to meet something, entirely new and striking out here in the West.
The murmur of falling water sounded closer.

Presently Carley saw that the road turned at the notch in the canyon, and crossed a clear swift stream.