“Sit tight, Marie, and do not worry. I know this road all right.”
“They are gaining on us, dear. Can you do better?”
But Eveley was afraid to go faster on those sharp curves, though she strained her eyes to see the road before them.
“We are nearly to Flynn Springs,” she said. “We must be. We can stop there.”
“They will soon be up with us,” said Angelo, looking back.
“We must leave the car, and hide in the woods,” said Marie.
“Oh, I am afraid to leave the car.”
“The woods will not hurt us. It is only men who harm. Come, we must. If they catch us, we are lost. Pull out here to the left, and turn off the lights. They may pass us in the darkness. Take the key with you. And hurry.”
Acting upon this plan, they were soon slipping over the small stones and pebbles down a shallow gully and up among the rocks and shrubs of a little cliff.
Already the tremendous roar of the motorcycles was close upon them.