Obviously, however, craft was necessary.
"I believe I'll get out and limber up a little," I said, rising from my seat.
My companions of the tonneau seemed to be of the same mind. All three of us alighted in the snow.
"How far is it to the top?" I asked our host.
"A couple of miles," he said.
"Is that all?" I replied. "Couldn't we walk it, then?"
I was touched by the avidity with which my two companions seized on the suggestion. Only our host objected.
"What's the matter?" he demanded in an injured tone. "Don't you think my car can make it? If you'll just get in again you'll soon see!"
"Heavens, no!" I answered. "That's not it. Of course we know your car can do it."
"Yes; oh, yes, of course!" the other two chimed in.