“It isn’t a circus,” decided Mr. Martin. “I think, as long as we have time, that I’ll drive around that way. We can take the road over the white bridge as well as any other.”
In fact, the Curlytops were going to tour around the country, not going to any certain place at any certain time, so they could do as they pleased, which is half the fun of touring.
“Dick,” said Mrs. Martin, touching her husband gently on the arm as he was about to start the car down the street after Jack and the other children, “perhaps we had better not go down there.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“If it’s a drowning it would be a sad sight, and——”
Mr. Martin appeared undecided as his wife brought this thought to his mind, and it might have been that he would have taken some other route, except that he saw Doctor Whitney driving along in his small car. The physician was coming from the direction of the white bridge.
“Dr. Whitney will know if an accident has happened,” said Mr. Martin. “If there’s been a drowning he wouldn’t be coming away from it. He would stay there and try to save the drowned person.”
“Please ask him,” suggested Mrs. Martin.
Accordingly her husband called:
“Anything the matter down at the white bridge, Doctor?”