“LOOK! The bridge is out! Stop the car–quick!” Bob Holton’s voice was unsteady as he gazed ahead at the place of danger.Acting on the instant, Joe Lewis pushed the brake pedal to the floor and waited breathlessly, his mind filled with thoughts of tragedy.The wheels of the small automobile locked, but the momentum carried the car on at a sickening pace. Despite the fact that the tires were new, they slipped over the road easily.An instant later the youths saw that the distance between themselves and the washout was not great enough. In but a few seconds they would be plunging down the embankment into the swollen river.There was not a moment to lose. Opening the doors as rapidly as possible, the chums jumped from the car and rolled over on the ground, their faces wet with perspiration.And they were none too soon. The car sped on, reached the edge of the river bank, and then plunged out of sight.There was a loud splash as it struck the water, and then all was quiet. The sun continued on its downward path, the faint wind played through the trees. Nothing but two lone boys were left to tell of the misfortune.”Well,” sighed Joe, at last breaking the silence, “we sure had a tough break, didn’t we?””Lucky to get off with our lives, though,” Bob reminded him. “That was about the closest shave I’ve ever had. Wonder why the highway commission didn’t put out a sign?””Probably didn’t know the bridge was out. Not many cars go over this road, and it would not be exceptional for this to go unnoticed for quite a while.””We’ll sure make a report of it,” said Bob, getting to his feet and brushing off his mud-stained trousers.Joe laughed unwillingly.”That’ll be like locking the barn after the horse has been stolen,” he grunted. “Come on,” he went on, “let’s go over to the river bank and see if we can catch a glimpse of the coupe.”The youths walked over and stared into the swiftly moving water. It had rained in torrents two days before, and the river was now almost a rapids.”Car’s nowhere in sight,” said Joe Lewis gloomily. “But”–his face lighting suddenly–“it’s insured. So I guess there’s no use worrying.””Maybe not about the automobile. But how are we going to get back to Washington?””We’ll have to hike to the main highway, I guess,” Joe answered. “It’s about five miles away, too.”The youths were returning to their homes in Washington, D. C., after having spent a delightful week-end in Virginia. Their accident came upon them in a rather out-of-the-way spot, a great number of miles from the city of their destination.”If it hadn’t been for that hill,” remarked Joe, as he and his friend walked back up the road, “we would have seen this place in time to stop the car.””The hill is here, though,” returned Bob with a grim smile. “So that’s that.”The boys paused a moment at the spot where they had jumped from the doomed automobile. With one last look at the washout, they turned and began climbing the grade.”Five miles is a good distance to walk,” grunted Joe, “especially when we want to get home before long.

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