She spun the car out of the lot. She was weak with relief.
Maybe I can outrun him!
I hope.
I've got to!
I'll get as far away as I can. Then I'll ... I'll have to take a chance waiting for an airplane. Then ... then ... when my money gives out....
I can't hope to run forever.
She shuddered.
Walt crawled out of the wreck. It seemed to be a miracle he was unhurt.
He had switched the car to automatic drive as he had seen the driver on the desert do; he had not known that there was no automatic-drive beam on that particular stretch of highway.