Jimsy had
saved himself from being thrown by clutching tight hold of the seat.
He stopped the engine and then clambering out of the car hastened to
Roy's side. To his delight, just as he reached him, Roy sat up, and
although his face was drawn with pain he declared that his injuries
consisted of nothing more serious than a sprained ankle.
"But look at the machine!" cried Jimsy; "it's smashed, I'm sure of it."
The pit which had been dug across the road was about three feet deep and
the front wheels of the auto rested in it. The hind wheels had not
entered, as the excavation was not a wide one.
Both boys hastened to examine the car. To their satisfaction they found
that not much damage had been done beyond a slight wrenching of the
steering gear. This was due to the fact that they had been going at
reduced speed.
"Gracious! Suppose we had been coming along at the same pace we'd been
hitting up right along," exclaimed Jimsy.
"We wouldn't be here now," declared Roy; "we'd be in the next county
or thereabouts."
"Yes, we'd have kept right on going," agreed Jimsy; "talk about flying!
But, say, who can have done this?"
"Not much doubt in my mind it's the work of that outfit of Kelly's.
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