Extra gallon of oil in the car.

What d'yah want--the speed limit through town ?" "Nah.

Side streets, if you know any.

They might get quick action and telephone ahead." "Leave it to me, brother." Bud did not know for sure, never having been pursued; but it seemed to him that a straightaway course down a main street where other cars were scudding homeward would be the safest route, because the simplest.

He did not want any side streets in his, he decided--and maybe run into a mess of street-improvement litter, and have to back trail around it.
He held the car to a hurry-home pace that was well within the law, and worked into the direct route to Hayward.