To those waiting Merriwell’s reappearance every minute seemed an hour. When he could stand it no longer, Brad surrendered the girls into other hands and started to crawl back into the car. He had not entirely disappeared from the view of those outside before he found Dick, who was assisting Hal to get out. Darrell had been shocked senseless, and there was a bad scalp wound on his head, from which blood trickled down one side of his face.
“There you are, pard!” exultantly cried Buckhart. “Let me give you a lift.”
“Clear the way!” answered Dick. “You can help us move. We’re all right, aren’t we, Darrell?”
“Yes, yes,” muttered Hal thickly. “Where is Doris?”
“She’s all right. I took good care to look after her. She’s outside.”
“Hurt?”
“I don’t think she is hurt a bit.”
“Thank God!” said Hal.
When Doris saw him, as he crept forth with his face blood-stained, she uttered a scream and hastened to him.
“Hal! Hal!”