Once more they swung upwards.

The road now had become narrower and the turnings more frequent.

They were up above the region of villas and farmhouses, in a country which seemed to consist only of bleak hill-side, open to the winds, wrapped in shadows.

Now and then they heard the tinkling of a goat bell; far below they saw the twin lights of other ascending cars.

They reached the plateau at last and drew up before the club-house, ablaze with cheerful lights.
"I'll just leave the car under the trees," Richard declared.