“Gee! I guess we’re in for a regular summer storm,” said Fred. “Wish we were back at the Hall.”
“We’ll be late for dinner, that’s certain,” said Randy.
The rain continued to come down and presently there was more lightning followed by a sharp clap of thunder.
“It’s getting worse,” said Jack.
“I hope the lightning doesn’t strike this old shack,” answered Fred.
“Oh, it isn’t likely, Fred. I think——”
What Jack thought will never be known, for at that instant there came a crash of another sort, followed by a yell and a jingle of glass. Through the side of the old barn broke a big six-cylindered touring car. The hood of the car was carried away by the impact, and the machine turned over on its side, burying its single occupant, a man, beneath it.
CHAPTER VII
WHO THE MAN WAS
For several seconds after the crash came the four Rover boys were so startled that they did nothing but stare at the overturned touring car. The sky being so overcast, it was dark in the barn, so they could see little. Then, however, came another flash of lightning which revealed to them the body of the man lying partly outside and partly under the overturned tonneau, the top of which had been completely wrecked.