"Quick, get in," said the voice of a man, as the car came to a stop. "The cops are wise."
"Oh, Jees, where are Pearl and Mickey?" as she jerked the door of the car open.
"Here," as they came alongside of Evelyn.
Tony shifted the gears of the car, and was moving, as the three pulled and helped each other in, the other car nearing, with the siren screaming louder and louder. Tony shot into the night. "Lay down on the floor, girls, and get ready for the ride of your life. If I can beat the cops to the fork of the Mesa road, we have a chance—if not—we are jail-house bound for some time to come."
"What the Hell are we passing that's throwing all that light," asked Pearl.
"It's some cement company," answered Evelyn, as they went into darkness again.
"Hey, Tony, how do you think they found out about this?" asked Mickey.
"One of them lousy telephone operators tipped them off, that is the only way they could have found out—the dirty fluzey."
"Good God—I hope we get away from them all right," murmured Pearl, as the car lurched and shot through the deepening dark.
"Are we leaving them behind yet, Tony?"