The director’s reply came quickly.
“Where can we go?”
Curt shrugged his shoulder.
“You know as well as I do. We’ve got to go someplace; anywhere to stay ahead of the fire.”
“Then jam the bus along as far as it will go,” ordered the director.
“Who’s going to pay for the damage?” demanded the driver.
“Never mind that,” snapped Curt. “The first thing is to save our own necks. Then we’ll worry about the bus.”
“But I’ll have to report what happened to the company.”
“You’ll be lucky to get back and make a report,” retorted the cowboy.
They lurched into motion once more, traveling almost blindly now, and much slower.