"Yes; it's not the place I'd care to negotiate at full speed."
"I meant to catch the car and ran on to the grass to get a wider sweep; but she wouldn't take the curve. Went straight up the hillside for a dozen yards and then threw me off. Luckily I fell into some fern and when I'd pulled myself together, I somehow got her down."
"But the car?"
"Got off," Dick replied in a strained tone.
Andrew spoke quickly.
"You'd better come and let us see if your face is badly cut."
They entered the hotel, but Dick stopped as they were passing the bar.
"We've all had a shock," he said; "and if you feel you'd like a drink, don't mind me. You needn't be afraid of setting me a bad example—I don't want anything."
Andrew smiled.
"Nor do I. Sometimes you're a very thoughtful fellow, Dick."