"Here's where we change cars." She heard the grind of a motor's starting crank, the chug of an engine.
As its strident whirring continued her captor came again to her side, and with rudeness aided her to the seat of what she took to be a small car.

She felt the leap of the car under his rude driving as he turned the gas on full, felt it sway as it set to its pace.

She now knew that they were on some highway.
"Now we go better," laughed Big Aleck, his face at her ear.

"They can't catch us now.

These Johns 'll find what's what, heh?
Look yonder--five fires in sight, besides plenty stock bumped off.