ought Roy, as he gazed at the wreck and
considered the speed at which they had encountered the obstruction. "The
wonder is we escaped with our lives."

After a brief and ineffectual attempt to arouse the girl the boy looked
about him for some means of assistance. The cowardly train crew had not
stopped when they saw the accident. Visions of damage suits and summary
discharges may have drifted through their minds, for extra freights were
supposed to send flagmen to the crossing to warn all traffic of the
train's approach.

Suddenly Roy recollected the two men he had seen spring from behind the
hedge as the runaway auto approached the gap. What had become of them?
Apparently they had taken to their heels also, for not a sign was to be
seen of them.

"Odd," thought the boy to himself; "one would think the first instinct of
a human being at seeing an accident like this would be to stay and help.
But, hold on, maybe they've gone for a doctor. A retired physician, Dr.
Mays, lives not far from here. In the meantime if I could only get some
cold water."

Suddenly he spied a small brook at the foot of the hill. Ill and dazed as
he felt Roy sprinted toward it, and wetting his handkerchief hastened
back to Jess. Kneeling by her side he bathed her forehead. He was
rewarded in a few moments by beholding her eyelids flutter and open. In a
few seconds more she was fully conscious, but weak and shaken. Roy
collected the scattered cushions from the wreck, and placing them like a
mattress laid the girl upon them.

She thanked him with a wan smile and then lay still once more. Roy wisely
did not speak. He judged that perfect quiet was what she wanted at that
moment.

While he sat by her side meditating what to do a sudden noise caused him
to look upward.

It was a noise like the drone of a giant bumble bee. It came from
directly above his head.

"The Golden Butterfly!" shouted Roy, springing to his feet.

Above him, at an elevation of some thousand feet, the yellow wings of the
Prescott aeroplane were outlined against the blue, like the form of one
of her namesakes.

Roy shouted and waved frantically. Presently he was rewarded by the
flutter of a handkerchief from the chassis of the 'plane. At the same
instant it was swung about, and revolving in graceful circles began to
spiral down to the earth.

"Hooray! It's Peggy and Jimsy!" cried Roy. "I recollect now Jess told me
that Jimsy was to have a lesson to-day."

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