"Hello, what's this?" he cried. "Limpy-toes Graymouse's automobile, sure
as I'm a Bunny! Hi, there, Limpy, are you underneath?"

"Ah, please help us, Mr. Rabbit," came a faint cry from under the wrecked
automobile. "It is Wink and Wiggle. Fetch Grand-daddy and Pa Squeaky. Go
quick!"

Jack Rabbit threw down his bag of carrots and leaped across the fields as
though a hound dog was on his track.

It seemed a long time to the four little fellows under the automobile, but
it was really surprising how soon Jack Rabbit returned with help.

Limpy-toes and Grand-daddy had medicines and bandages. Scamper and Uncle
Squeaky hauled the cart with its four stout spool wheels.

"Bless my stars!" cried Uncle Squeaky, when he had pulled poor battered
Wiggle out from under. "One broken paw, a smashed-in nose, and a black
eye! Is Wink much damaged, Grand-daddy?"

"Sprained ankle and a banged head," answered Grand-daddy. "Dickie and Pete
have only a few scratches. We'll plaster and bandage 'em up and they will
finish their joy ride in the cart. Reckon they'll go up hill some slower
than they came down."

Poor Limpy-toes stood and looked at his ruined automobile.

"Can you fix it, Limpy-toes?" asked Jack Rabbit.

"Maybe," sighed Limpy-toes, "but it will take all winter. I shall have to