“Everybody will know about it soon enough, Clan,” said Frank. “Now, you ride on to Dolliver’s as fast as you can and use the phone. Ask Mr. Bradlaugh to bring out the doctor in his motor car. Ballard and I will come on with Darrel.”
“On the jump,” answered Clancy.
Merriwell took the reins of the led horses, and the red-headed chap dug in with his heels and vanished toward the mouth of the cañon.
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
QUICK WORK FOR DARREL.
“There’s a little ginger left in me, pards,” murmured Darrel, sitting up. “I’m not letting a busted wing put me down and out entirely.”
He got up slowly and stood beside Ballard.
“You’re to ride behind me, old man,” said Merriwell. “I’ll mount, Pink, and then you help him up.”
Frank swung into the saddle, pulled the restive Borak down sharply, and kicked a foot out of the stirrup for Darrel’s use. Darrel was game, if ever a boy was. With a little aid from Ballard, he succeeded in getting astride the horse, and held himself there with his right arm around Merriwell.
“Can you hang on, Darrel?” asked Frank.