A turn, and they skirted a tremendous valley, its slopes falling away in sheer descents from the roadway.

A darkened, moist stretch of road, fringed by pines, then a jogging journey over rolling table-land.

At last came a voice from the driver's seat, and Fairchild turned like a man suddenly awakened.
"Turn off up here at Genesee Mountain.

Which way do you go ?" "Trying to get to Ohadi." Fairchild shouted it above the roar of the engine.

The driver waved a hand forward.
"Keep to the main road.