top irons, I guess. A little water will fetch him around. My! But
that was a close shave!"

He staggered out on the broken bridge. His legs were unsteady,
through weakness and fear, but not from any injury.

"How did it happen?" asked Joe.

"Horse got scared at something--I don't know what--and bolted. I
didn't want to take him out--he's an old spitfire anyhow, and
hasn't been driven in a week. But this feller was in a hurry," and
he nodded toward the unconscious man, "and I had to bring him out
with Rex--the only horse in the stable just then.

"I said I was afraid we'd have a smash-up, and we did. The line
busted near Baker's place, and--well, here we are."

"Better here than--down there," observed Joe in a low voice.

"That's right," agreed Hank. "Now let's see what we can do for
him. Hope he isn't much hurt, though I don't see how he could be."

"Who is he?" asked Blake, but the livery stable driver did not
answer. He was bending back the bent frame of the dashboard to
more easily get out the swarthy man. Joe and Blake, seeing what
he was trying to do, helped him.

Soon they were able to lift out the stranger, but there was no
need of carrying him, for he suddenly opened his eyes, straightened
up and stood on his feet, retaining a supporting hand on Hank's