Chippy nodded. 'I reckon this path runs somewheer,' he said. 'I'll foller it up.'
He raced forward and disappeared round a further bend, leaving Dick to do his best for their unconscious comrade. Within three hundred yards Chippy saw a white house before him in lee of a fir coppice.
'His place, I know!' burst from Chippy's lips. The poor lad had fallen almost within call of home. How narrowly had a tragedy been averted!
The Raven ran on, passed through another white wicket, and entered a farmyard. A tall man was just dismounting from a cob.
'What, Fred, back already?' he cried, then stopped, for he saw it was not Fred, but a stranger in scout's uniform. Chippy darted up to him.
'Fred's your boy as like as not,' he said. 'A scout same as me. Went off on his bike a bit back, eh?'
'Yes,' said the farmer wonderingly; 'how do you come to know about him? I've never set eyes on you before.'
'He's met with a bit o' an accident,' said Chippy, 'an' a comrade o' mine found him an' sent me to get help. Seems I've come to the right place, fust send on.'
'Where is he?' cried the farmer.
'Just along the medder-path,' replied Chippy, pointing; 'fell off his bike, an' had a nasty tumble. Better bring summat to carry him.'