UNDER THE CAR
Reassured as to the fate of the car, Phil was about to turn back to where Paul and Billy were still picking up the things, when Dave’s voice was heard:
“Oh, Phil! Here’s trouble! Come on down here—quick!”
Shouting back to the two lads behind that the car was found, Phil jumped down and ran round to where Dave was staring at something on the ground. Meantime catching the meaning of Phil’s words, Paul and Billy hurried forward with the loads they already had.
“Geemineddy!” This was of course by Paul, always emphatic and exclamatory. “If I ever get my hands on that old Six again, I bet she don’t go out of my reckoning soon!”
“I know just how you feel, Paul. I was to blame, but—oh, don’t I wish we had the chaps that did it!”
The two, their hands filled with sundry belongings, were hastening after Phil who had vanished from their view. Down the slope, over the jagged embankment they hurried, giving a yell as they saw the Big Six upturned, but apparently safe. The tops of Dave’s and Phil’s heads bobbed up and down on the further side of the car.
Reaching the spot, what was their surprise to see the body of a man lying prone on the ground, his legs and part of his body fairly under the car. Billy, after one look, gave a gasp of amazement. The man was bareheaded, his face half turned under and pressed against the ground.
“Here, boys,” began Phil. “Drop everything and let’s turn the car off his body!”
By the united efforts of all the Big Six was lifted at the forward end so that the weight of the car no longer rested on the dead or insensible man.