"Not a bone broken!" added Innis.
"But we're marooned!" murmured Dick, gloomily. "It will take ten horses to pull us out of this mudhole. Hang the luck!"
CHAPTER XXII AN ENGINEERING PROBLEM
After their exciting ride down hill—a ride that might have ended disastrously but for Dick's good judgment and prompt action—the three chums were content to sit still in the stalled auto for a few moments. They were about in the middle of a small stream, that flowed under the partly wrecked bridge, and the water came up nearly to the tops of the big-tired wheels.
This did not represent its real depth, however, as the weight of the car had caused it to sink down in the soft mud, which served to hold it fast. Paul, Dick and Innis looked about them.
"Well, this is the limit!" grumbled the young millionaire.
"It sure is," assented Paul.
"What'd you want to come down hill so fast for?" asked the man with the red flag.