"Get your legs in, if you can." A bullet struck the back of the car and another whistled over their heads.

Then they dashed around the corner, and Richard, turning on the lights, jammed down his accelerator.
"Gee whiz! that's a bloodthirsty crew!" the young man exclaimed, his eyes fixed upon the road.

"Is he hurt ?" Roche was lying back on the seat.

Hunterleys was on his knees, holding on to the framework of the car.
"They've got me all right, Hunterleys," Roche faltered.

"Listen.
Everything went well with me at first.