“Don’t stop! They’re after us!” They scrambled over the side into the back seat.
The car jumped ahead and went roaring down the road. A volley of stones shot through the air and shattered the wind-shield. The mob yelled.... Robert looked around. The mob was running toward the lake. They were out of the black belt, and the driver slackened his pace.
“What’s up?”
They told him.
“Every one of ’em ought to be lynched!”
The man at his side swore loudly.
“We ought to go back and burn the entire district.”
Robert was panting.
“Now you Northerners’ll know what we’ve got to put up with!”
“You’re right,” they swore.