Roxy stiffened. “Hell! You’ll have a crowd round us. What the hell do you mean… got the Feds on us?”
Dillon said furiously, “It’s a Federal offence to take a stolen car over the State line… Didn’t you know that, you goddam bastard?”
Roxy engaged his gear. His face had gone the colour of putty. “They’ll hang Hurst on to us now,” he said unsteadily. They’re sure goin’ to get us now.”
Myra said, “Get on… get on quick! We gotta get under cover.”
The big car quickened. Dillon said, “When that bastard Strawn hears about this, he’ll come a-runnin’.”
Myra said between her teeth, “See what you’ve done, you lug.” She beat her fists on her knees. “We had it all an’ you must get smart. I’m finished with you, do you understand? I’m washed up. We’re through.”
Dillon said, “You’re through when I say so, an’ not before. You know too much, an’ what’s more, Strawn will pin somethin’ on to you… don’t you think he won’t.”
Roxy called, “We gotta switch cars… this broken screen’ll stop us. I’m goin’ on a bit further, then we’ll have to walk.”
They drove on in silence. The night was very dark. There was no moon, and heavy threatening clouds hung low. Once in the open, the big beams of the car lit up the dirt road and they lurched and jolted as Roxy tried to keep up speed.
Dillon said in an undertone to Myra, “You got any dough?”