man was lying by the side of the road half
in the bushes, and out of her senses, just as she is now. The man was
pinned under the car and bleeding like a buck that has just felt the
knife. We stopped that as soon as we could, and then got him out.
Muldoon there can tell you more than I can, because he saw more than I
did. He proved himself a better Scout."

Sparrer flushed with pleasure. Praise from this source meant more to him
than it would have from any one else, and at a sign from one of the
officers he stepped forward to tell what he knew.

"We was in de bushes," said he, "about a hundred yards up de road, when
we heard de smash an' jumped out just in time to lamp a big gray
roadster wid two guys in it making dere get-away, and dey was beatin' it
fer fair."

"Don't suppose you thought to get the number," interrupted one of the
officers.

Sparrer grinned as he fished out his note-book. "Sure Oi got it," said
he. "Jersey car, and dey was beatin' it fer de ferry loike New York was
bad fer de health. No cops around, same as usual." Sparrer winked at the
other boys. "Prob'ly dey think dey made dere get-away and dey would
have, if some real Scouts hadn't happened to be around."

One of the officers had reached for the note-book and hastily glanced at
the number. "I'll 'phone this number in and see if we can't head off
that car while you take care of things here," said he, as he vaulted
into the saddle, and a second later was off at full gallop.

"Go on with your story," commanded the other.

"Dey ain't no more 'cept while de others was getting the man out from
under de car Oi signaled to de fellows over across de park to get word
to youse, and dey done it," replied Sparrer, quite as if his
quick-witted handling of the matter was as commonplace as his grammar
was bad.

"The man didn't come to, and make any statement?"

The boys shook their heads. "He's been just as you see him now," said
Pat, with a pitying glance at the injured man.

The officer shook his head. "Too bad," said he, "that there wasn't a
witness. If we nab those fellows they'll swear that it was this fellow's
fault. Their running away will make it look bad for them, but they'll
frame up some sort of cock and bull story about being so frightened that
they didn't realize what they were doing and without evidence their word
will be as good as the other man's. If the latter doesn't recover
sufficiently to make a statement, and the young lady doesn't