“From certain death,” said Philip, gravely.
And then they heard a motor coming behind them, and, looking up, found a good-sized touring car, which was about to pass them, but had stopped at their side.
“Want help?” called out a cheery voice, and Philip answered, “Indeed, we do!”
The stranger jumped out of his car, and came over to inspect the Camilla.
“I ought to get out,” whispered Philip. “Are you brave enough to sit here alone, Patty?”
“Of course; Camilla can’t run away now!”
Philip and the other man looked about to see what had really happened to Patty’s car. There was not so much damage as it seemed at first, for, with the exception of a smashed mudguard, and some dents and bruises, nothing was broken, except the shaft drive axle. But this, of course, rendered the car helpless as to her motor, though her running gear was all right.
“I’ll give you a tow,” said the stranger heartily. “Where do you want to go?”
“To Spring Beach,” answered Philip. “Are you going that way?”
“I can go that way as well as not, and, when people come as near death and destruction as you people did, I think it’s only human to take you home. Perfect marvel, though, how you escaped with so little injury to the car!”