And, already, in fancy they could hear all the police cars in New Jersey close at their heels.

It behooved them to change tires in a hurry, and to finish their nerve-twisting trip.
The driver vaulted over the side nearest him and began to explore the under-seat regions for a jack.

The other man picked up the baby and hurried to the rear of the runabout to detach the spare tire from its dusty rack.

Manifestly, he could not unstrap the tire while he was carrying a baby in his arms.

So he set down his burden at the roadside, near him.
Then, still obsessed by fear of pursuit, he hit on a safer scheme.
Picking up the sleeper again, he carried the warm little bundle to the far side of the road, some thirty yards beyond, and deposited it there, behind a dwarf alder bush which screened it from any stray automobilist who might be passing.