This was all the hotel man could tell them, and a few minutes later
the Rover boys were in their automobile once more and headed back for
the scene of the accident.

"We ought to have put up some danger signal, Tom," remarked Sam, while
on the way.

"I know it, but we hadn't any time to waste while we had that poor
chap on our hands. By the way, do you think he can be any relative of
Jesse Pelter, the rascal who knocked me out with the footstool, and
who tried his best to rob dad?"

"I'm sure I don't know. One thing is certain: The name of Pelter is
not common. Still, there may be other Pelters besides those related to
that scoundrel of a broker."

Arriving at the vicinity of the broken bridge, the boys found a farmer
with a wagon there. The countryman was placing some brushwood across
the road.

"The blame bridge is busted down," said the farmer, "and I thought I
ought to put up some kind of a thing to warn folks of it."

"That is what we came for," answered Sam; and then he and his brother
related some of the particulars of what had occurred.

"Gee, shoo! You don't mean to tell me that one of them automobiles is
down in the river!" gasped the countryman. "I don't see nothin' of
it."