A tantalizing drizzle kept up and the night was still bitterly black, but Nicky was safe in the car now, Captain Quiller had his oil and the girls had had their adventure.
Babs was so glad to have been in the rescuing party.
“Whatever would you have done,” she asked Nicky, “if we had not found you?”
“Some one would of,” the boy replied with the supreme confidence of his years.
“But you were hurt, again,” Cara comforted. “You’ve had an awful lot of bad luck today, Nickolas, haven’t you?”
“Not so much,” he answered. He was alive after all, and that seemed good luck to Nicky.
“What’s hurt worst this time?” Dudley made a chance to call back.
“Nothin’,” Nicky said, as Dudley knew he would.
“But you got a spill in the ditch?”
“Sure.”