The mountains were frowning now, instead of beckoning, glowering instead of promising, threatening instead of luring.

One by one he locked the chains into place, and tossing the jack once more into the tool-box, resumed his place at the wheel.
"A six per cent.

grade if it's an inch!" he murmured.

"And this is only the beginning.

Wonder what I'm stepping into ?" The answer came almost before the machine had warmed into action.