Dave took hold of Tag's arm, though the latter did not resist, but walked along like one in a dream.
"Want any help, Dick ?" asked Greg.
"I believe I wouldn't object to having a friendly arm to lean on," Prescott replied.

"I've been standing here so long that my hip is stiff again." As the leader of Dick & Co.

moved down the road, Tag turned in astonishment.
"What's the matter ?" Tag asked, at last.
"We were in an automobile accident, and I was slightly injured," Dick confessed.
"And you can hardly walk ?" "I can walk only with effort and considerable pain," said Dick.
Tag Mosher whistled softly.
"My luck is leaving me," declared Mosher ruefully.

"Prescott, when I saw you and looked you over I didn't see that you are a cripple.

I thought you were in as good shape as ever.