"I do lots of things people don't know I do," he replied. "Are those lights still there?"
"No, thank goodness!"
The Burglar touched a lever with his left hand and the whir of the machine became less pronounced. After a moment it began to slow down. The Girl noticed it and looked at him with new apprehension.
"Oh, we're stopping!" she exclaimed.
"I know it."
They ran on for a few hundred feet; then the Burglar set the brake and, after a deal of jolting, the car stopped. He leaped out and ran around behind. As the Girl watched him uneasily there came a sudden crash and the auto trembled a little.
"What is it?" she asked quickly.
"I smashed that tail lamp," he answered. "They can see it, and it's too easy for them to follow."
He stamped on the shattered fragments in the road, then came around to the side to climb in again, extending his left hand to the Girl.
"Quick, give me your hand," he requested.