Dick, gazing upon the work of the rescuers, saw Joe helping like a good fellow to clear away a part of the splintered car in which he and his chum had been riding.
With a shout of joy Dick ran up and seized him by the arm.
“Thank goodness, you’re safe!” he said, delightedly.
“Gee wilikens!” cried Joe, throwing his arms about him in a spasm of pleasure. “I was almost certain you were a goner. How did you manage to get out of this ruin without a scratch? Why, it’s a perfect miracle! Half the car is smashed into toothpicks.”
For an hour Dick and Joe worked hard to help the unfortunates who had suffered from the wreck.
By that time the force of doctors sent from New York had arrived and were helping the half-dozen local practitioners who had previously been brought to the scene of the disaster.
There being nothing for Dick and his chum to do, the former thought he would like to know how the young lady he had assisted was getting on.
He found Mr. Nesbitt and his daughter in the same spot, and presented Joe to them.
They were glad to learn that Dick had found his friend uninjured.
A surgeon had set Miss Jennie’s broken arm, which was beginning to pain her a good deal.