It was perfectly plain that they had deliberately planned their desertion, for everything was ready to load into the car.
Casey went staggering to the Ford, dumped the canvas rolls in and yanked Ole up by the collar, propelling him into the tonneau.

Then he came after Joe.
"If you can drive, you'll mebby feel better if yuh go along," he said to the woman.

"I'm goin' to haul 'em far enough sos't they won't feel like walkin' back to bother yuh, and seein' you don't know me, mebby you better do the drivin'.

Then you'll know I ain't figurin' on stealin' your car and makin' a getaway." "I can drive, of course," she acquiesced.

"Not that I'd be afraid to trust Jawn with you, but they're treacherous devils, those two, and they might manage somehow to make you trouble if you go alone.