"
He turned his head and listened, in his face something of the old
impatience. The soft whir of an automobile broke the silence of the
sun-filled, breeze-blown air, and I made effort to draw away from
Selwyn's arms. "Some one is coming," I said, under my breath.
"Shall we go on or stay here?"
"Stay here. Why not?" Frowningly, Selwyn for a moment waited, then,
with his hand holding mine, we walked nearer the edge of the
mountain's plateau and looked at the ribbon-like road that wound up
to its top. The noise of the engine was more distinct than the car,
but gradually the latter could be seen clearly, and presently three
figures were distinguished in it.
"They'll have to pass us. There's no other way." Words not
utterable were smothered under Selwyn's breath. "A few more minutes
and they'll be going down the mountain, however, and will soon be out
of sight. Are you cold? Do you mind staying up here for a little
while--with all the world away?"
"No. I want to stay." I leaned forward. In the machine, now near
enough to see that two people were in its back seat and the driver
alone in front, there was also leaning forward; then hurried
movement, then the man behind got up and waved his hat, and the girl
beside him got up also.
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