Alfred jumped on the broken mass, and peered down. "There he is!" he shouted. Ralph crawled over the broken body of the airplane, and reached down.
"No; this man is lying still," he said. "Here he is; come on this side; he is under the framework."
The scene was one which well might inspire heroic work.
The imprisoned man was quite young, with handsome features, and it seemed cruel that such a fate should overtake him. The boys strained at the wreck until it moved.
"Brace it up on that side," said Ralph.
The truss from the fuselage was removed from the aviator, the man quickly drawn out from his perilous position, and carried clear of the wreck.
"Now for the other one," said Alfred.
Blood was still flowing across the face of the other flyer, as they crawled over the wreck to draw him out.
"This one is alive, I am sure," said Ralph.
"Why, yes; his heart is beating," replied Alfred, as the injured men were laid side by side.