“The hog’s injuries,” corrected the farmer.
“Same thing almost,” whispered Merritt to Tubby with a chuckle.
“Come on, boys,” said Rob, “let’s help this young lady out of the ditch.”
The girl turned on the power and the three Boy Scouts shoved with all their might at the rear of the machine. It quivered, started, stopped, and then fairly dashed up on to the road. So quickly had it all been done that before the farmer could make a move the runabout was on the thoroughfare.
“Lucindy! Lucindy, let Towser loose!” yelled the old man as soon as he had recovered his senses.
The woman ran off the porch and in a few seconds a big, savage-looking bull dog came bounding out, showing his red fangs and white teeth.
The girl gave a little scream as the dog looked up at his master, apparently waiting an order to rush at the boys.
“Go on!” Rob said to the girl in a quick, low whisper, “we’ll be all right.”
“Oh, but I can’t! You’ve helped me——”
“That was our duty as Scouts. Now turn on your power and get away. We’ll find a way to deal with the old man, never fear.”