His foot came gently back with the clutch, and the car slid out and away.
Foster settled back on the cushions with a sigh.

The other man was fumbling the side curtains, swearing under his breath when his fingers bungled the fastenings.
"Everything all ready ?" Foster's voice was strident with anxiety.
"Sure thing." "Well, head south--any road you know best.

And keep going, till I tell you to stop.

How's the oil and gas ?" "Full up.

Gas enough for three hundred miles.