“No, we didn’t stop them. We had to jump to save ourselves,” answered Fred.
A little later Andy felt more like himself, and then he essayed to get to his feet. This was a rather difficult operation and he emitted several groans during the process. The others, however, were glad to learn that neither of his legs was broken or seriously injured.
“The auto hit me in the hip and then when I went down the mudguard or something scraped along my shoulder and my head,” he gasped.
“Yes, your ear and your neck have been bleeding,” said Jack. “But let’s be thankful that no bones are broken.”
“Jack, he might have killed me!” and for once the fun-loving Rover looked much disturbed.
“And the worst of it is that we didn’t even get the license number,” moaned Fred.
“Well, anyway, we know it was an open touring car and that it had the left mudguard and headlight smashed. That looks as if the car had been in a collision before it struck Andy and that the driver was doing his best to get away.”
“Well, he was certainly making the engine do all it could,” was Gif’s comment.
“Gracious, I wonder where Randy is!” exclaimed Jack suddenly.
“If he was out on the road he may have been struck too!” put in Fred.