an unseen wilderness.
Suddenly there was a horrid jolt and a lurch and a leap and a rebound, and then the car stood still, quivering like a ship that has been struck by a heavy sea. The three men were pitched and tossed and thrown sprawling over one another onto the bottom of the car. Biggleswade screamed. McCurdie cursed. Doyne scrambled from the confusion of rugs and limbs and, tearing open the side of the Cape-cart hood, jumped out. The chauffeur had also just leaped from his seat. It was pitch dark save for the great shaft of light down the snowy road cast by the acetylene lamps. The snow had ceased falling.
"What's gone wrong?"
"It sounds like the axle," said the chauffeur ruefully.
He unshipped a lamp and examined the car, which had wedged itself against a great drift of snow on the off side. Meanwhile McCurdie and Biggleswade had alighted.
"Yes, it's the axle," said the chauffeur.
"Then we're done," remarked Doyne.
"I'm afraid so, my lord."
William J. Locke is an excellent author and I highly recommend the romance novels he has written, but this story fell short.
Nothing relating well to the 3 wise men of the Bible, it followed 3 modern men on a Christmas journey that turns out they had been spiritually lead on. I found the plot stupid, but it’s a short book you might want to see if it affects you differently.
This is a surprising little story that begins with enough ominous notes to prepare the reader for a "downer" ending, but instead it turns on a dime and becomes something completely different. I recommend it, and am using it to give to my subscribers as a free download this month.