"You've missed the turn." "My master is going to stay here all night," the chauffeur shouted back.
A man put his head from the window and began to talk in rapid French.
"It is inconceivable," he exclaimed, "that any one should attempt the descent! We have rugs, my wife and I.We stay here till the clouds pass." "Good night, then!" Lane cried cheerfully.
"Not sure that you're not wise," Hunterleys added, with a shiver.
Twice they stopped while Lane rubbed the moisture from his gloves and lit a fresh cigarette.
"This is a test for your nerve, young fellow," Hunterleys remarked.

"Are you feeling it ?" "Not in the least," Lane replied.

"I can't make out, though, why that steward made us all start at intervals of three minutes.

Seems to me we should have been better going together at this pace.

Save any one from getting lost, anyhow." They crawled on for another twenty minutes.