The morning was fresh and beautiful, silver as yet, since only an edge of the sun was showing over the hills, but it was fragrant with the odor of foliage and of wild flowers, blossoming in the nooks and crannies under the slopes.  John felt a great surge of the spirits and he sent the machine forward at a rate that made the air rush in a swift current behind them.

“The first stage of our flight has been passed in safety,” he said to Julie.

“It’s an omen that we’ll be as fortunate with the second.”

“And with the third.”

“And with all the others.”

She flashed him a brilliant smile, and John felt that he could drive over any obstacle.  He sent the machine forward faster than ever, and the road stretched before them, long and white.

CHAPTER XIV

THE HAPPY ESCAPE

They said very little now.  John drove on through a great happy silence.  All the omens were good, and he believed that they would escape.  Surely, fortune was with them when they had been able to come so far without challenge.  The sun swam over the earth and threw golden beams into the valley.  On their right a swift stream chattered over the stones and further away on their left rose the steep slopes, heavy with forest.  They passed farmers and shepherds who had little time to take notice, as they saw the great machine but a moment, and then it was gone.

John had his mind set on escape by the way of the Adriatic.  He had heard rumors that Italy might enter the war on the side of the Allies, but he knew that it had not yet taken any action and he had high hopes of finding a path to safety in that direction.  Meanwhile, and whatever came of it, he must press on.

Toward noon he slackened speed, and they ate a little from the supplies they carried in the automobile.  Just as they finished Suzanne held up her hand:  “I think I hear another machine coming,” she said.

“You are right,” said John, after he had listened intently for a full minute.  “It’s the humming sound of tires, but it’s only one automobile.  Of that I’m sure, and I think it’s a light one.  We’ll drive on at moderate speed, attending strictly to our own business.”

But he loosened the revolver in his belt, and while he appeared to look straight ahead he had eye and ear also for the approaching machine, which obviously was coming at a great pace.

“It’s a small automobile with only one person in it,” said Julie.

“Then we have nothing to fear,” said John.  “But the figure of the man at the wheel looks familiar.”

“Ah!” said John, drawing a deep breath.  In that region a familiar face could scarcely be the face of a friend.  He stiffened a little, and cast another look at the revolver in his belt to see that it was convenient to his hand.  Then, to indicate that he was not running away and to prevent suspicion, he slackened the speed of the machine.  As he did so the humming behind them rapidly grew louder and a light runabout drew up by their side.  John uttered a cry of amazement as he saw the man at the wheel.