in that line, then three . . . two . . . one. And finally it ceased.
"Let's go!" exclaimed Tony happily and ran for their car, fifteen yards away.
They all piled in and it raced away at high speed.
“Step on it!” commanded Tony. He knew there were more enemy gunmen inside that roadhouse and he didn't care to battle them if it could be avoided. He looked back just in time to see a white-clad figure crumple to the floor of the porch and other people come streaming out through the double door.
“God! that was a narrow squeak!” exclaimed Tony as the car raced back toward their headquarters. “If I hadn't remembered that dame's walk, they'd a got me sure as hell. They damn near put over a fast one! Say,” he said suddenly, turning on Jane with angry suspicion, "what do you know about this, anyhow?"
“Why, what do you mean?”
“You know damn well what I mean,” he growled. “Didn't you know they had it all fixed to put me on a spot?”
“Of course not! Tony, surely—”
