"I don't know—at least, I hope he won't get in jail."
"Jail, Hell," said Mickey, "He came down them steps ahead of you two, and I mean way ahead of you. Them shots hadn't no more than stopped when Harry come down so fast it would take two people to see him, one to see him coming and one to see him going."
"What was that hit the car?" asked Evelyn, as she raised up.
"Just a bullet bouncing off—but they will have to shoot fast now, I'm doing eighty—and what's more, I'm leaving them behind. We will be fairly safe in a minute or so, unless as you said, Ev—about the other car on the Mesa road, and I don't think we will have any trouble from that."
"Damn, I hope not—I'd hate to have to sit in jail with these wet clothes on," said Mickey.
"I don't care much about setting in jail wet or dry."
"You two don't have to worry—Tony is a good driver, and we got a good chance of getting away," reasoned Evelyn.
"Well, suppose they start looking for us, to question us?" asked Pearl.
"Well—" said Evelyn, "Here's our story—this goes for you too, Tony—Pearl, you stayed with me tonight in my apartment—and you, Tony, you stayed with Mickey, and remember, we all went to bed about twelve-thirty, and don't let them jar you loose from that story, so if we all tell the same story, and stick to it, what can they do?"
"Look what a break you're getting, Tony," laughed Mickey, "You stayed with me tonight."