"THANKS FOR THE CAR" They held up another car with two men in it, and robbed them of insignificant trifles in what they believed to be a most ludicrous manner.

Afterward they enjoyed prolonged spasms of mirth, their cachinnations carrying far out over the flat lands disturbing inoffensive truck gardeners in their sleep.

They cried "S-o-m-e time!" so often that the phrase struck even their fuddled brains as being silly.
They met another car--a large car with three women in the tonneau.
These, evidently, were home-going theatre patrons who had indulged themselves in a supper afterwards.

They were talking quietly as they came unsuspectingly up to the big, shiny machine that was traveling slowly townward, and they gave it no more than a glance as they passed.
Then came the explosion, that sounded surprisingly like a blowout.

The driver stopped and got out to look for trouble, his companion at his heels.