It no longer was dazzling; it was large and yellow and free from glare.

He swerved his gaze swiftly to the dashboard clock, then back to the sun again.

Four o'clock! Yet the great yellow ball was hovering on the brim of Mount Taluchen; dusk was coming.

A frightened glance showed him the black shadows of the valleys, the deeper tones of coloring, the vagueness of the distance which comes with the end of day.
Anxiously he studied his speedometer as the road stretched out for a space of a few hundred feet for safety.

Five miles--only five miles in a space of time that on level country could have accounted for a hundred.