It was too bad that one truck should have gotten safely over the bridge, and that the other had to break through. The second truck was heavier than the first. The first may have cracked the bridge beams and the second one broken them. "Careful now, children, careful!" warned Mr. Blake. "Don't jump down! Come to the end of the truck and I'll lift you down!" "And as soon as you are down walk to the other side of the bridge; don't run--walk!" ordered the driver. Bert remembered that it said this on the programs of the moving picture theaters, and he decided it was good advice. One by one the children made their way up the sloping floor of the truck to the tailboard, and there Mr. Blake, Mrs. Simpson, and other men and women helped the little ones down. "Oh, I feel like fainting!" sighed Grace. "Don't be silly!" exclaimed Nan. "Nothing is going to happen!" It was a good thing Nan felt this way, though, as a matter of fact, something dreadful might happen at any moment. If the cracked beams of the bridge should break all the way through, the auto would slide down into the water. And, though the creek was not very deep, still many would be hurt in the crash. The Bobbsey twins, being nearest the rear of the auto, were among the first off. They did what the driver told them--walked quietly off the bridge. At the farther end they joined the picnic party that had gotten off the first truck. And there, almost breathless, they watched the work of rescue going on. One by one little boys and girls were lifted down off the truck, and then, when the last had reached safely the far shore, Mr. Blake, Mrs. Simpson, and the other men and women made their way carefully to land. "Aren't you coming?" asked Mr. Blake of the truck driver, for the man was still close to his big car, looking at it and the sagging floor of the bridge. "I want to see if I can get this truck off," he answered. "The machine isn't damaged any--it's only the bridge. I guess the load was too heavy for it." "I heard it cracking as I went over," called the driver of the first truck. "I shouted a warning to you, but it was too late." "Yes, it was too late to save the bridge, but maybe I can get my truck off," the other driver went on. "Anyhow, none of the children is hurt." And this was so--something for which the Sunday school officers were very glad, indeed. "If we had some pieces of wood to put under the bridge, to brace it up, maybe you could get the truck over," said the driver of the big auto that was safe on the far shore. "Why don't you take fence rails?" asked Bert, who felt better, now that his sisters and brother were all right. "Yes, we could do that," agreed the driver of the second auto. "Come on--give me a hand!" he called to his companion. The two men worked away for a time, and braced up the bridge so that the auto could be driven carefully over it, though it was not easy to get it up the hill made when the bridge had sunk into the shape of the letter V.