“Oh! isn’t my twin here?” put in Andy, gazing around in bewilderment. “Gee, I’m so fussed up over this knock-down I didn’t even miss him! Was he out on the road too?”
“You know as much about that as we do, Andy,” answered Fred. “The last we heard from him was when you whistled and he answered.”
“Well, some of you fellows had better look for him. I can’t do it just yet—my hip is too sore. I’ll sit down here on the grass and rest awhile. Gosh, it will be too bad if they have struck him!”
“The rest of you look for Randy. I’ll stay with Andy,” said Gif. “I don’t think he ought to be left just yet.”
“You’re right,” answered Jack. Then he and Fred, as well as Spouter, hurried back on the road in the direction where they thought they might find the missing lad.
Ten minutes later, by calling and whistling, they located Randy while he was taking a picture of a fallen tree and some shapely rocks which had struck his fancy.
“What’s the excitement?” he demanded, as they came up and he saw that they were much disturbed.
“A touring car just tore along the roadway and knocked Andy down,” answered Fred. “We were wondering if it had hit you.”
“Andy! Did it hurt him much?”
“It bumped him pretty badly on the hip and scraped his ear and neck,” answered Jack. “But we’re all thankful that he wasn’t killed or didn’t have some of his bones broken. He’s resting back a way on the grass and Gif is with him.” Then, at Randy’s earnest solicitation, the others gave him the particulars.