"It most be down on the bottom, close to where that end of the bridge
settled," answered Sam "I suppose there will be a job here for
somebody to haul it out."

"If they want a man for that, I'm the feller to do it," returned the
countryman. "Maybe I had better go down to the hotel and see about
it."

"Better wait till morning," suggested Tom. "The young man who owns the
machine can't see anyone now."

"All right, just as you say."

"Now that this bridge is down, how can we get over the river?" mused
Sam.

"Where do you want to go?"

"We were on our way to Hope Seminary. I suppose we can go around to
the Upper Road, but it will be four or five miles out of our way."

"It ain't necessary to go that far. You go down stream about half a
mile on the Craberry Road, and you can cross The Shallows."

"Isn't it too deep for an automobile?" questioned Tom.

"No, not now. It might be, though, in wet weather."

"I don't know about that," said Sam, and shook his head. "We don't
want any accident in the water, Tom."