Then he gave a gasp, opened his eyes, and suddenly sat up.
"Stop her! Stop her, Tom!" he murmured.
"Dick! Dick, my poor, dear boy!" burst out Mrs.Rover, and got down beside him.

"Oh, I am so thankful that you weren't killed!" "Why--er--why!" stammered the oldest Rover boy.

"Say, what's happened ?" he went on, looking from one to another of the group.

"Where's the biplane ?" "Flew away," answered Tom.

"You got struck and knocked down, don't you remember ?" "Ah!" Dick drew a deep breath.