himself running over the bridge amid a throng of other hurrying scouts.
A moment later he was pressed close to the unbroken portion of the
railing, and, staring down, caught a glimpse of the gray car upturned in
the sluggish waters of the stream.

The car had turned turtle, and the great wheels, still spinning slowly,
showed above the surface almost to their hubs. The water was roiled
and muddy; bubbles and a little steam rose about the forward part of
the car. Ten feet away floated a chauffeur's cap. Nearer at hand, a
light lap-robe, billowed by the air caught underneath, seemed for an
instant to be the clothing of one of the passengers. But Dale swiftly
understood its real nature, and with a choke he realized that the people
were pinned beneath the car. All this came to him in a flash; then, as
Mr. Curtis and the foremost of the scouts plunged down into the wide,
but shallow, stream, he turned suddenly about and raced back to the truck.

It wasn't the sick sense of horror that moved him. All at once he had
remembered the troop first-aid kit, which he himself had carefully stowed
away under one of the long seats. They would need it badly, and he did
not think any of the others had stopped to get it. There would be plenty
of them without him to lift the car.

Panting to the side of the deserted truck, Dale leaped into the back,
and, dropping to his knees, tore and dug among the close-packed baggage
like a terrier seeking rats. Swiftly he unearthed the square, japanned
case and dragged it forth. When he reached the bridge again, the scene
had altogether changed. Waist-deep in the water, a line of scouts was
holding up the heavy car, whose weight was testified to by their
straining muscles and tense attitudes. Already the two passengers
had been dragged forth. The one whom at first they had taken to be a
woman had been carried to the bank, and Dale saw, with a throb of
pity, that she was a girl of not more than fifteen. Two scouts supported
the limp figure of the man, and as Dale ran around the end of the bridge
and down the bank a shout from Sherman Ward announced the discovery
of the chauffeur.

"Get him out quickly!" tersely ordered Mr. Curtis. "You and Crancher
look after him; you know what to do. Bob and Ranny see to the girl! I'll
take care of this man. Court, hustle for the first-aid kit; it's under--
Oh, you've got it! Good boy, Dale. Open it upon the bank and get out the
ammonia. Then be ready with some banda