“He’s dead!” groaned Monroe Stevens.
“Crushed to death down there—poor chap!” agreed Jim Stetson.
“My goodness!” said Billy. “Who’ll tell his father? The old gentleman will be all broken up. He just about lived for Maxey.”
“And the auto isn’t worth a cent, either,” added Brace Henderson.
At that moment a muffled voice reached their ears, and startled them all.
“Help! Mercy on us—isn’t this dreadful? Help!”
Billy cried his surprise ahead of the others:
“It’s Maxey! He is under the auto!”
They could not see the owner of the wrecked car—not even his legs dangled into view. But Maxey’s voice was unmistakable.
“What you doing down there, Max?” cried Monroe Stevens, loudly. “Why don’t you crawl out?”