the ditch. I'm only afraid I may find the driver badly hurt in being thrown out, that's all."
He left the buggy as he spoke, and walked hastily forward toward the dark object that seemed to be half on the road and partly among the trees.
"Why, it looks like an automobile," said Frank to himself, as he came closer; and five seconds later he added positively, "That's just what it is. I wonder what's happened now?"
He soon knew. Upon reaching the scene he found that the car must have suddenly swerved from the road and struck a tree, head on. It could not have been going at a very rapid pace at the time, for although some damage had been done to the hood, and one of the lamps seemed to be smashed, the machine did not appear badly damaged.
Some one was grunting close by, and as Frank drew near he saw a figure crawling out from the bushes.
"What's happened here?" he asked, promptly.
The figure of a man started up, and as Frank struck a match he saw that the other seemed to be decently dressed, although his clothes were somewhat torn after his headlong flight in among the bushes.
"We had an accident," muttered the man, staring hard at him; and Frank thought with a look not unlike suspicion on his scratched face.
