The chauffeur had a broken left leg, a broken arm, and a mass of bruises
on his face, where he had struck the hard earth.

"Great Scott, but this is almost like the carnage of war!" muttered Jack
Benson. "Hal, you and Eph help Mr. Farnum with the others. I'm going
down the road to the first house, and send for aid."

Arrived at a farm-house that proved to be connected with the telephone
service, Jack 'phoned for the two nearest doctors, and for men to come
and help the injured. Then he called up the garage from which the auto
had been hired; this address being supplied by the chauffeur.

Then, accompanied by the man of the house, young Benson hurried back to
the scene of the wreck. The submarine captain found that he had at
least been so bruised and shaken up that speed on his feet hurt.

The first to arrive, of those summoned, was the owner of the garage in
Colfax. He came in a large car, burning gasoline fast.

"I'm Graves, from the garage," he introduced himself, shutting off power
and leaping out. "Jove, what a smash this is!"

Until two doctors and several men arrived Graves devoted himself to
helping make the injured victims as comfortable as possible.

When the doctors and helpers appeared on the scene Graves soon called
Jack Benson aside.

"There's something about this affair that must be investigated," declared
the garage man, in an undertone. "The cars that I keep are all of one