"Not yet we ain't, not till we get off these curves, but when we get on that straight stretch of road, I'll leave 'em plenty far behind."
"Hey, Tony," said Evelyn, as she got up on her knees, with her hands on the back of the front seat, "You don't think they could have sent a car out on the Mesa road, maybe to head us off, do you?"
"Well, that's a chance we got to take, but I don't think they would have had time even if they had thought, which they probably didn't—but I'll tell you something—we gotta leave that bunch quick when we hit that straight piece of road, if we don't they will try to shoot the rear tires off. You girls stay on the floor, in case they do shoot."
"O. K., Tony," said Evelyn, as she got back down on the floor.
"Get ready, girls, we are coming to that straight part," as the car fairly felt like it was leaving the earth.
"We must be doing seventy or more—at least, if anything does happen while we are going this fast, we won't have to worry about it, anyhow," said Mickey, as she lay jouncing in her wet, sloppy dress, covered with sand and mud.
"I hope you don't take cold, Mickey. You know you got your head wet. I was lucky, that's the only thing I didn't get wet," from Pearl.
"Well—" said Evelyn, "If them guys start shooting at us, there'll be more water in the car, and it won't have come from the river."
"I wonder what became of Harry?"
"I'll bet he ain't worrying about you," said Evelyn.