No, no, Prescott, you sit
down, or lie down, and the rest of you had better wait here until
I bring help. I can be back in three hours at the latest. Darrin,
will you place one of the lamps at either end of where the bridge
was? That may save some farmer from driving in on top of the
car."
Dave complied willingly enough. Then Simmons turned to Prescott.
"Now, you sit down, young man," ordered the deputy.
"I'd rather not," Dick replied. "I haven't anything worse than
a bruise. If I keep too quiet the injury will stiffen all the
more. I must move my hip a bit, or I may be in for a worse time."
"That may be true," nodded the deputy thoughtfully. "Well, be
good, all of you. I'll be back again, as soon as possible."
With that he strode down into the creek, wading through and coming
out at the farther side. Then he was lost among the shadows.
Though it hurt to keep on his feet, Dick, after some minutes,
found that he could move about a little more freely, despite the
pain.
"That shows there are no bones broken," he assured his distressed
chums.
"Does it?" asked Darrin. "Hang it, I wish I knew more about injuries
of this sort. Then I might be able to help you."
"Why, I may be all right, and able to sprint in another half hour,"
smiled Dick.
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