CHAPTER XXIX
THE NIGHT RIDE
The car sped on and on into the night. Past low narrow cottages interspersed with apartment buildings, past long rows of modern apartments, across countless railway tracks, in and out among great looming factory buildings, they glided.
Into the open country where the air was heavy with the scent of weed dust and fresh cut grain they went, and the end was not yet.
A stretch of broad paved road ended in gravel and dirt. The car bumped and swung from side to side.
Farmhouses, drowsy with night, flashed by them.
At last, with a lurch, they swung off the road and entered a narrow lane and arrived in the back yard of a house that appeared abandoned.
The grass, damp with dew, was up to their knees as they alighted.
“No more likely place could be found for dark deeds!” was Johnny’s mental comment. Once more he shuddered.
Still he did not wholly despair.
Pushing him before them, the gangsters approached the house.