"I thought so! I thought so!" he gasped. "Do you know who this is?"
"Who?" asked Jess, clinging to his arm as the crowd gathered.
"This is the man who pa.s.sed that phony hundred-dollar bill on me. The very one!"
"Is he dead?" whispered Bobby Hargrew, looking under Chefs elbow down at the crimson-streaked face of the unfortunate man.
CHAPTER II
THE RED CROSS GIRL
Market street was well lighted, but it was not well policed. That last fact could not be denied, or the recklessly driven automobile that had knocked down the stranger would never have got away so easily. People from both sides of the street and from the stores near by ran to the spot; but no policeman appeared until long after the automobile was out of sight.
The exciting statement that Chet Belding had made so interested and surprised his friends that for a few moments they gave the victim of the injury little of their attention. Meanwhile a figure glided into the group and knelt beside the injured man who lay upon the ice-covered street. It was a girl, not older than Laura and Jess, but one who was dressed in the veil and cloak of the Red Cross.
She was not the only Red Cross worker on Market Street that Sat.u.r.day evening, for the drive for the big Red Cross fund had begun, and many workers were collecting. This girl, however seemed to have a practical knowledge of first-aid work. She drew forth a small case, wiped the blood away from the man"s face with cotton, and then began to bandage the wound as his head rested against her knee.
"Somebody send for the ambulance," she commanded, in a clear and pleasant voice. "I think he has a fractured leg, and he may be hurt otherwise."
Her request brought the three girls of Central High to their senses. Bobby darted away to telephone to the hospital from her father"s store. The older girls offered the Red Cross worker their aid.
For a year and a half the girls of Central High had been interested in the Girls" Branch League athletics; and with their training under Mrs. Case, the athletic instructor, they had all learned something about first-aid work.
The girls of Centerport had changed in character without a doubt since the three high schools of the city had become interested so deeply in girls"
athletics. With the high schools of Keyport and Lumberport, an a.s.sociation of league units had been formed, and the girls of the five educational inst.i.tutions were rivals to a proper degree in many games and sports.
How all this had begun and how Laura Belding by her individual efforts had made possible the Central High"s beautiful gymnasium and athletic field, is told in the first volume of this series, ent.i.tled: "The Girls of Central High; Or, Rivals for All Honors." This story served to introduce this party of young people who have met in the jewelry store, as well as a number of other characters, to the reader.
In "The Girls of Central High on Lake Luna; Or, The Crew That Won," the enthusiasm in sports among the girls of the five high schools reaches a high point.
As the three cities in the league are all situated upon the beautiful lake named above, aquatic games hold a high place in the estimation of the rival a.s.sociations in the league. Fun and sports fill this second volume.
"The Girls of Central High at Basket Ball; Or, The Great Gymnasium Mystery," the third book, tells of several very exciting games in which the basket-ball team of Central High takes part, and the reader learns, as well, a good deal more about the individual characters of the girls themselves and of some very exciting adventures they have.
"The Girls of Central High on the Stage; Or, The Play That Took the Prize,"
the fourth volume in the series, is really Jess Morse"s story, although Laura and their other close friends have much to do in the book and take part in the play which Jess wrote, and which was acted in the school auditorium. It was proved that Jess Morse had considerable talent for play writing, and the professional production of her school play aided the girl and her mother over a most trying financial experience.
The fifth volume, "The Girls of Central High on Track and Field; Or, The Champions of the School League," is an all around athletic story in which rivalries for place in school athletics, excitement and interest of plot, and stories of character building are woven into a tale calculated to hold the attention of any reader interested in high school doings.
During the summer previous to the opening of the present story in the series, these friends spent a most enjoyable time camping on Acorn Island, and the sixth tale, "The Girls of Central High in Camp; Or, The Old Professor"s Secret," is as full of mystery, adventure, and fun as it can be. Since the end of the long vacation the Girls of Central High, as well as the boys who are their friends, had settled down to hard work both in studies and athletics. Ice had come early this year and already Lake Luna was frozen near the sh.o.r.e and most of the steamboat traffic between the lake cities had ceased.
The great pre-holiday Red Cross drive had now enthralled the girls of Central High, as well as the bulk of Centerport"s population. Everybody wanted to put the city "over the top" with more than its quota subscribed to the fund.
In the first place, the boys" and girls" athletic a.s.sociations of Central High were planning an Ice Carnival to raise funds for the cause, and it was because of that exhibition that Chet Belding and Lance Darby wished to get down to the ice that evening and try their own particular turn, after the shopping expedition that also had been planned.
As it happened, however, neither the shopping nor the skating was done on this particular Sat.u.r.day night.
As Bobby Hargrew ran to telephone to the hospital, Short and Long had grabbed the wrists of his two older and taller boy friends and led them out of the crowd in a very mysterious way.
"Did you get a good look at that car?" he whispered to Chet and Lance.
"Of course I didn"t," said the latter. "It went up the street like the wind. Didn"t it, Chet?"
"That rascal was going some when he turned the corner of Rapidan Street. I wonder he did not skid again and smash his car to pieces against the hydrant. Served him right if he had," Chet said.
"There were no chains on his wheels," said Short and Long, in the same mysterious way.
"You said it," agreed Lance. "What then?"
"There are not many cars in Centerport right now without chains on. The streets have been icy for more than twenty-four hours."
"Your statement is irrefutable," said Chet, grinning.
"Get it off your chest, Short and Long," begged Lance. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," said the earnest lad, "that I know a car that was out this afternoon without chains, and it was a seven-seater Perriton car--just as this one that knocked down Chet"s friend was."
"It was a Perriton, I believe," murmured Lance.
But Chetwood Belding said: "I don"t know whether that poor fellow is a friend of mine or not. If I have to give Pa fifty dollars--Whew!"
"But the car?" urged Lance Darby. "Who has a Perriton car, Short and Long?"
"And without chains?" added Chet, waking up to the main topic.
"Come along, fellows," said the younger lad. "I won"t tell you. But I"ll take you to where you can see the car I mean. If it still is without chains on the wheels, and has just been used--Well, we can talk about it then!"
"All right," said Chet. "We can"t do any good here. Here comes the ambulance. That poor fellow is going to be in the hospital for some time, I bet."
There was such a crowd around the spot where the victim of the accident lay that the boys could not see the Central High girls, save Bobby Hargrew, who came running back from her father"s store just as the clanging of the ambulance gong warned the crowd that the hospital had responded in its usual prompt fashion.
The boys hailed the smaller girl and told her they were off to hunt for the car that had knocked down the victim. Then the three hurried away.
Meanwhile, in the center of the crowd Laura Belding and Jess Morse had been aiding the girl in the Red Cross uniform as best they could to care for the man who was hurt. The latter had not opened his eyes when the ambulance worked its way into the crowd and halted beside the three girls on their knees in the street.
"What have you there?" asked the young doctor, who swung himself off the rear of the truck.
Laura and Jess told him. The third girl, the one who had done the most for the unfortunate man, did not at first say a word.
The driver brought the rolled stretcher and blanket. He laid it down beside the victim. When the doctor had finished his brief notes he helped his aid lift the man to the stretcher. They picked it up and shoved it carefully into the ambulance.
"I know you, Miss Belding," said the doctor. "And this is Miss Morse, isn"t it? Do you mind giving me your name and address?" he asked the third girl.
Was there a moment"s hesitation on the part of the Red Cross girl? Laura thought there was; yet almost instantly the stranger replied: