They thirsted for mock horrors, and two glaring moons rising swiftly over a hill gave the psychological fillip to their imaginations.
"Come on-let's hold 'em up!" cried the young man on the front seat.
"Naw-I'll tell you! Slow down, Jack, and everybody keep your faces shut.

When we're just past I'll shoot down at the ground by a hind wheel.

Make 'em think they've got a blowout--get the idea ?" "Some idea!" promptly came approval, and the six subsided immediately.
The coming car neared swiftly, the driver shaving as close to the speed limit as he dared.

Unsuspectingly he swerved to give plenty of space in passing, and as he did so a loud bang startled him.

The brake squealed as he made an emergency stop.