“Gosh, I wonder if he’s killed!” gasped Fred.
“Looks as if he might be,” returned Jack, for the man neither moved nor made any outcry.
The wheels of the automobile were still spinning around and two or three strokes came from the engine. But then the power died away and the wheels stopped.
“If only the wreck doesn’t catch on fire!” burst out Randy. He well knew the danger from such a source. As all of my young readers must know, gasoline is very inflammable when unconfined and needs but a single spark to touch it off.
“She’s leaking, all right! And it isn’t the radiator, either!” announced Randy, as another flash of lightning came in through the open doorway and the broken side of the old barn.
Jack was already looking around the structure, and now he found what he wanted—a couple of beams which had been used to brace up the old building.
“Come on, quick! We’ve got to pry the machine up and pull that man out,” he ordered. “Everybody on the job!”
His cousins understood and all four boys went to work with a will. Fortunately, the instructions received during the Hall encampment now stood them in good stead; and under Jack’s directions they soon placed two large stones in position and then, using the beams as levers, pried up the car, the others holding it while Fred pulled the unfortunate individual from beneath.
“Bend down, Fred, and see if there’s anybody else in the car,” cried Jack. “There might be someone we didn’t notice.”