“What’s happened?” he gasped.
“Lie still!” commanded Shirley. “Your head is badly cut.”
Dick shook off her detaining hand, and rose slowly. He felt his wound, and then said:
“Which one of you fellows hit me with a rock?”
Not a sound came from the crowd. Dick stepped forward.
“Better tell me now,” he said, “for I’ll find out sometime, and when I do somebody will be well thrashed.”
A boy stepped forward.
“I did it,” he said. “But now I’m sorry!”
“Well, I’ll attend to you later,” said Dick.
He turned to Shirley.