Harry kept on until his wagon was clear of the wreck of the buggy, and then halting it, jumped oft to find the extent of Philip’s injuries.
The latter’s horse, which had by a violent jerk freed himself from the shafts, was galloping up the road.
CHAPTER II — SIGNS OF A TEMPEST
“Are you hurt, Philip?” asked Harry, anxiously, as he bent over the prostrate form of his antagonist.
As he opened his eyes and saw the face of Harry bending over him, all came back to him, and his animosity revived.
“Get away from me!” he exclaimed furiously, as he staggered to his feet.
“I certainly will, if you don’t need help,” said Harry, glad that Philip had suffered no harm.
“Where is my horse?” demanded Philip.
“He has run away.”