"I suppose you are going to tell me now that I owe you two dollars," laughed Tony, "But say—what the Hell happened over there—a fight?"
"Hell, no, I wish it had been only a fight—but it wasn't—Negro Noche shot her boy friend and Irene."
"Jees, Ev, are they both dead?"
"Yeah—they never knew what hit them."
"No wonder you were so anxious to get back on this side tonight."
"How soon before we reach that Mesa fork, Tony?" asked Mickey.
"In just a few minutes now—look back and see how close those lights are."
"Oh, Hell," answered Evelyn, as she looked out the back of the car. "They are damn near out of sight, Tony."
"Good—we'll make it all right now—hold tight back there—I'm making the turn—we are nearing the fork." The screaming of rubber on the concrete, as the big car turned the corner on two wheels. "Now, you girls can get on the seat and rest a bit, instead of laying on that floor, all crowded up."
"Another night like this and I'll swear off for good," said Mickey, as she sat up on the seat.