With the idea still only half-formed, he lurched to his feet and stumbled into the side of the hot-rod. He fumbled open the heated metal door and slid under the wheel.
He thumbed the drive on savagely and roared down on the mob.
Rubber screamed, whined and smelled as he applied the brakes just soon enough for the men to jump out of the way—away from the girl.
He folded back the door he hadn't latched, leaned down, grabbed the teen-ager by the leg and dragged her bruised form bumping up into the car.
The little man with silver glasses tried to reach into the car.
Danniels swung the door back into his face.
The glasses didn't break; but everything else did.
With one foot under the girl and the other on her, Danniels tagged the illegal acceleration wire most cars had rigged under the dashboard and raced away into the brassy sunshine.
She was slouched against his shoulder when the stars blazed out in the moonless night.