“Is he badly hurt?” asked Jerry of Professor Snodgrass, who was bending over Mr. Bell.
“It is hard to say,” was the answer. “The bullet struck him on the head, but there is so much blood I can’t tell how bad the wound is. Push on to the mine. Perhaps Nestor can help us.”
Jerry started the machine again. It had attained a good speed when, from the side of the road came a hail.
“Motor Boys, ahoy!”
“There’s Nestor!” cried Ned, pointing to a man who stood in front of a small shanty. “Hello, Nestor!” he called.
“Hello!” responded the miner, running down to the road. “Well, I am certainly glad to see you.”
“Quick, Nestor!” exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass. “We have a wounded man here, and must get him to the shanty at the mine as soon as possible.”
“We can’t do it,” replied Nestor.
“Why not?”