I'm going to drive slowly enough but it's an awful job, this, crawling down the side of a mountain in the dark, with nothing between you and eternity but your brakes." They crept off.

As far as the first turn the lights from the club-house helped them.

Immediately afterwards, however, the obscurity was enveloping.

Their faces were wet and shiny with moisture.

Even the fingers of Lane's gloves which gripped the wheel were sodden.