The young captain did as asked. All he could discover was a light overcoat and a gladstone bag, and he hauled both of these out. Then the car was allowed to settle once more. Both the gasoline and the water were running from it, but so far there seemed to be little danger of fire.
“Unless, of course, the lightning should strike the place,” said Jack. “Then everything will go up in a hurry.”
The fumes of the gasoline were now heavy, and the Rover boys lost no time in carrying the man outside. He was unconscious, but they were glad to know that he was not dead. His face was covered with dirt and blood and his clothing was torn away from his left arm, which was also bleeding.
“A pretty bad case, I should say,” said Fred. “He looks a little bit familiar to me, too. Do any of you recognize him?”
“Can’t recognize anybody with so much blood and dirt,” announced Andy.
All set to work to do what they could for the hurt man, fearing every instant that he might die on their hands. Despite the rain, they scooped up water from a nearby pool and, using their handkerchiefs, bathed the sufferer. They were doing this when he gave a gasp and presently opened his eyes.
“Oh, oh!” he groaned. “What did I hit? Was it a barn?” and then he closed his eyes again.
“Maybe he isn’t hurt as badly as we thought,” cried Jack, in relieved tones. “There doesn’t seem to be any glass in his eyes, and he can be mighty thankful for that.”