The big car leaped forward and Hen bit his tongue so that it bled.

Behind them was confused shouting.
"Better go back and help--what?
You hit one," Jack suggested over his shoulder, slowing down as reason cooled his first hot impulse for flight.
"Go back _nothing!_ And let 'em get our number?
Nothing doing!" "Aw, that mark that was with him took it.

I saw him give it the once-over when he came back." "He did not!" some one contradicted hotly.

"He was too scared." "Well, do we go back ?" Jack was already edging the car to the right so that he would have room for a turn.
"No! Step on 'er! Let 'er out, why don't yuh?
Damn it, what yuh killin' time for?
Yuh trying to throw us down?
Want that guy to call a cop and pinch the outfit?
Fine pal you are! We've got to beat it while the beatin's good.

Go on, Jack--that's a good boy.