"Take your time, Whitey. Nobody ain't goin' to bother us out here. We're goin' to pull this job perfect, just for practice. Let's suppose that somethin' might go wrong — somebody figure that a car had gone down here. What would be the likely way?"
"Well, it's dark along here. The road ends where we've got the cars — "
"An' if you came up here by mistake, you'd turn around, wouldn't you?" Jake suggested.
"Sure. I'd have to," admitted Whitey.
"Well, supposin' you were backin' your buggy an' you went too far back."
"That's the ticket, Jake!" exclaimed Whitey, with enthusiasm. "We'll swing the car with this guy in it."
"Right. Come along."
The gangsters began their preparations. They were toughened characters, both. Often before, they had fought side-by-side.
Jake Michener was widely known in gangdom. He and his pal, "Biff" Snider, had made a specialty of taking victims on one-way rides.
Since Biff's death, which came as a result of a gunfight with New York detectives, Jake had teamed regularly with Whitey Shane, and the new sidekick had proved a capable successor to the lamented Biff. This was Jake's job, and he was the leader. At his order, Whitey stood by the side of the coupe, while Jake turned the touring car with great care.