The car's over in another valley, parked under a tree very neatly and permanently and in plain sight.

Its owner is off hunting somewhere.

By its number plates they will never know it.

Good old car." "You seem tickled to think they're after you," Johnny observed, rolling a cigarette by way of manifesting complete unconcern.

"What's the next move ?" "Get me across without letting them see where we come from.