It was soon found that none of the passengers had sustained broken limbs, or any injuries that might prove serious, though two at least had received severe cuts, and all were badly shaken up. “I think you can attend to them,” said Dean. “I must see what has happened to the boy who was on top of the coach. I am afraid he has been killed.” Dean was obliged to return over their course nearly a quarter of a mile before he reached the place where Marcus Ellison had been thrown from the top of the stage. He had no trouble in finding the spot, and, parting the bushes growing by the wayside, he discovered the motionless form of the boy lying in their midst. “He is dead,” he thought, as he broke his way through the undergrowth to the side of the unconscious youth. “I do not find any evidence of his having been hurt, except his clothes are torn and there are scratches on his face. The bushes must have broken the force of his fall. Ha! he breathes; he lives!” Dean managed to drag the other out into a small, cleared spot, where he began a hasty examination of him. Marcus was showing signs of recovering his senses, and in a few minutes he lifted his head and stared around him. “Where am I?” he murmured. “Safe,” replied Dean, “and I hope suffering no more serious mishap than sore joints and possibly a headache.” It proved that the bushes had so broken the momentum of his involuntary plunge from the top of the coach that he had come out of the adventure as well as the others. Jack was calling to them, so Dean dashed back into the road to answer the summons. “If you feel like it we had better join them,” said Dean. “I do. In fact, I shall soon feel as well as ever.” On their way to rejoin the group about the stage, Dean told Marcus what had taken place. Mr. Dolittle was examining the coach to see if it was injured so they could not continue their journey, and he finally concluded that if they had a stout stick to place under the body on that side, it would enable the vehicle to carry the party. A small dry sapling was found in the woods, and this was made to answer the purpose required. While the other men, barring Jack Carboy, whose usefulness was rather questionable at that time, were attending to this work, the driver hitched the horses to the stage, so inside of fifteen minutes they were ready to resume their journey. If Jim Dolittle had his misgiving of the eccentric old seaman, so did the latter have his misapprehensions of “the ol’ tug without a rudder.” “Blamed if the fool shall set on the driver’s seat!” muttered the stager. “Shiver my toplights, if Ol’ Jack Carboy straddles the lookout o’ thet craft,” exclaimed the other. A compromise was effected by having Jack stand on the step of the near side, which he declared was more “shipshape.” The balance of the trip to Landlock had to be made at a slow gait; so slow that Dean and Marcus worried lest the _Warrior_ should leave the place before they could get there.