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“You’ve come so far, you might as well come a little farther,” urged Bob. “I’ve an errand to do for my father at Mr. Baker’s house. It’s only about half a mile farther on.”

“Now I know why Bob spun us that yarn about the air-mail pilot,” laughed Herb. “He wanted company, and he tried to keep us so interested that we wouldn’t notice how far we were going.”

“Dead wrong,” declared Bob, in denial. “It wouldn’t be worth going to all that trouble to beguile you innocent boobs. But come along now and we’ll be there in a jiffy.”

They swung around a turn in the road, and Bob, who was slightly in advance, gave a startled exclamation.

“Look! Look!” he cried.

The others looked, and turned white in consternation.

What they saw was a large automobile that had crashed through a fence alongside the road and was rolling down into a deep gully, while from it rose loud yells for help.

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For a moment the four Radio Boys stood as though paralyzed in the shadow of an impending tragedy.