"I ought to know that," laughed d.i.c.k. "He gave me a stiff enough beating."
"Here is where you can even the score," laughed Dave grimly.
"I don"t want to even any score," replied Prescott gravely. "I"m sorry for the fellow, especially when he was so close to a chance to turn about and make something of himself."
"Do you mean to say that you don"t hold even a bit of a grudge for that severe beating you got?" demanded Darry wonderingly.
"Of course I don"t," d.i.c.k retorted. "When two fellows fight one of them must receive a beating---that"s the sporting chance.
All my feelings for Tag are of sympathy."
"Not enough so you"d let him get away, if you met him?" put in the deputy quickly.
"Of course, not, sir," d.i.c.k answered quickly flushing. "That would be as much as to say that I"m a bad citizen. If I find Tag I"ll do my best to hold him until help comes. You may be sure of that."
"Then get into the car," ordered the deputy briefly. "The back part of the car is for you youngsters. That reminds me. We don"t know each other"s names. Mine"s Simmons."
The other deputy"s name proved to be Valden. The boys quickly introduced themselves.
Away went the car, over the rough roads. To avoid sending warning too far ahead the lights were turned low. On account of the condition of this rough forest road the speed was slow.
"If Tag hasn"t been to your camp within three nights," said Mr.
Simmons, leaning back while Mr. Valden ran the car, "then it"s because he isn"t in this neighborhood. So we"ll travel on a few miles before we stop to do any real searching."
"I don"t understand how you can expect to find anyone out here in the night time," d.i.c.k observed.
"I"ve some plans in my mind," was all the explanation Simmons offered.
When the road became a little better, Valden put on a bit more speed.
"Better slow down," advised Simmons presently. "There"s a bridge ahead that isn"t any, too strong."
That bridge was closer than the deputy thought. Just then the automobile top brushed heavily against foliage in making a wooded turn in the road.
"There"s the bridge!" yelled Simmons almost excitedly. "Slow down---stop!"
Valden tried to obey, but the bridge was altogether too close for stopping in time. Out over the planks ran the car.
R-r-rip! Crash!
Some of the boards were already missing from the rude bridge.
Others gave way almost like paper. Down through the structure fell the car, then landed with a splash, overturning to the accompaniment of cries of fright and of pain from its occupants.
CHAPTER XIII
IN A FIX!
As the water in the creek was barely three feet deep, Officer Valden sprang from the car, holding his right hand, which had been caught in the brake mechanism.
Deputy Simmons appeared to be uninjured.
Greg Holmes went under water, his head striking a stone violently enough to bring a splash of blood to his forehead.
Dave Darrin"s head struck against the side of the car, bringing a cry of pain from him.
Yet, though he was dizzy from the concussion, Darry displayed the coolest head of any of them in the first few moments.
"Where"s d.i.c.k?" he called, when he saw the others accounted for.
Then Dave wrenched off one of the lamps, holding it to aid his vision.
"There he is!" shouted Darrin, as his foot touched something.
"His head is under water. Up with him, quickly!"
Dave brought the rays of the lantern to bear more directly, while Simmons sprang to the rescue. Greg, too, joined in.
"He"s pinned down by the car!" gasped Deputy Simmons after finding Prescott"s submerged body and giving it a hard tug. "Valden, help me lift the car on this side! You two boys pull your friend out when we lift the car. Now!"
Though Deputy Valden was able to employ only his left hand, he used it with all his strength.
"Here he comes," panted Dave, tugging at d.i.c.k"s body with all his might. "Gracious! I hope he isn"t drowned!"
Greg, too, exerted all his strength. Though it seemed ages to the anxious ones it was really but the work of a few seconds.
As d.i.c.k"s head emerged above the surface of the water he gave a quick gasp. Then another.
"Oh, the air seems good," he moaned. "I tried to keep from opening my mouth or breathing, but it nearly burst my lungs!"
"Are you all right now?" asked Darry, holding his chum up.
"If you"ll help me to the bank I shall be, I think," answered Prescott weakly.
"Why, what-----" began Dave anxiously.
"I was badly bruised by being pinned under the car," d.i.c.k admitted, in a still weaker voice.
"No bones broken, eh?" broke in Greg Holmes.
"I---I think not," d.i.c.k answered.
"Don"t keep him talking," ordered Dave sternly. "Put in your strength and help me lift good old d.i.c.k up into the road."
"I guess I can do that job better," interposed Simmons, who had let go of the car. "Let me have the boy."
d.i.c.k was borne up to the road in the deputy"s strong arms.
"Can you stand?" asked Simmons.