Part 19 (2/2)

”He's coming around,” said the other man, watching these operations with eager eyes; and who several times looked at the three boys as though wondering what they could be doing there on that lonely road at such a late hour, for it was now past nine o'clock.

Frank turned aside to see whether he could not light the remaining lamp of the car, which did not appear to have been broken, and had possibly only gone out through the sudden concussion, as acetyline burners often will.

He found that it was readily made to shed light again, and once his work here had been done it was only natural for the boy who delighted in machinery of all kinds to take a hasty look at the car.

”I think it might run still. Nothing vital seems to be broken, anyhow,” he said aloud, as he came back to the little group.

The second man was recovering, but groaning more or less.

”He ought to be taken to your house, Bones, to let your father examine him. I'm afraid he may be badly hurt,” said Frank; ”if you can help him into the tonneau of the machine I'll try and see if it will work.”

”Say, can you run it?” asked the second man, eagerly.

”I know something about cars; enough to drive this one, if it isn't damaged in its working parts. I couldn't guarantee to patch it up, though. Wait and let me see.”

He bent over the car, and presently gave the crank a couple of whirls to turn over the engine. Sure enough, there was an immediate response, and the whirring that followed announced that, strange to say, the machine had not been vitally injured in the smashup, though badly damaged with regard to looks.

Frank backed out, and with a few deft manipulations that proved the truth of his a.s.sertion that he could run a car, managed to head the machine once more toward Columbia. Neither of the men seemed to notice just what he was doing. The one who had appeared to Frank first was bending down over his friend, and they were holding a whispered conversation.

”Put him in; now Ralph,” said the new chauffeur, quietly, ”you and Bones come along after, and leave my gun and the ducks at my house. I'll be home long before you get there, I reckon, unless this old machine takes a notion to be tricky again and dump us.”

Still groaning, the man was lifted into the tonneau.

”How do you feel, sir?” asked Frank, solicitously; although, truth to tell, he could not say that he liked the looks of either of the parties, judging from what little he had seen of them by the light of the lone lamp.

”Pretty b.u.m, boy. The trouble is, my right arm hangs down like it might be broken; and without it I can't handle the wheel, you see.

My friend here don't know nothing about a machine, the worse luck.

So I don't see but what we've just got to let you do the drivin'

for us. It's nice in you proposin' it, too. Ugh! that hurts some, I tell you!”

The man accompanied his words with more or less vehement expressions that did not raise him the slightest in the estimation of Frank. However, he was evidently in great bodily pain, and that might in some measure excuse his strong language.

The second traveler got in alongside his friend, as though he feared he might be needed sooner or later, if the other started to faint again.

”I'm going to get you to a doctor as soon as possible,” remarked Frank, as he started off.

He heard the calls of his chums and answered back. Then the car lost the slow-moving buggy on the road. Frank did not dare drive very fast. He was not familiar with the machine; and besides, possibly it was acting freakish--at least the man declared that it had jumped aside straight at that tree without his doing anything.

On his part Frank accepted this version with a grain of allowance; for he had long since scented liquor around, and could guess the real reason for the accident.

As he guided the car Frank could hear the two men talking behind him. The murmur of their voices just reached him, though he could not make out anything they said.

Once the man who had come out of the mishap in better trim than his companion seemed to be groping around under the seats as if searching for something.

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