No, no, Prescott, you sit down, or lie down, and the rest of you had better wait here until I bring help.

I can be back in three hours at the latest.

Darrin, will you place one of the lamps at either end of where the bridge was?
That may save some farmer from driving in on top of the car." Dave complied willingly enough.

Then Simmons turned to Prescott.
"Now, you sit down, young man," ordered the deputy.
"I'd rather not," Dick replied.

"I haven't anything worse than a bruise.