Chippy nodded. 'I reckon this path runs somewheer,' he said. 'I'll foller it up.' He raced forward and disappeared round a further bend, leaving Dick to do his best for their unconscious comrade. Within three hundred yards Chippy saw a white house before him in lee of a fir coppice. 'His place, I know!' burst from Chippy's lips. The poor lad had fallen almost within call of home. How narrowly had a tragedy been averted! The Raven ran on, passed through another white wicket, and entered a farmyard. A tall man was just dismounting from a cob. 'What, Fred, back already?' he cried, then stopped, for he saw it was not Fred, but a stranger in scout's uniform. Chippy darted up to him. 'Fred's your boy as like as not,' he said. 'A scout same as me. Went off on his bike a bit back, eh?' 'Yes,' said the farmer wonderingly; 'how do you come to know about him? I've never set eyes on you before.' 'He's met with a bit o' an accident,' said Chippy, 'an' a comrade o' mine found him an' sent me to get help. Seems I've come to the right place, fust send on.' 'Where is he?' cried the farmer. 'Just along the medder-path,' replied Chippy, pointing; 'fell off his bike, an' had a nasty tumble. Better bring summat to carry him.' 'Is he badly hurt?' cried the farmer in alarm. 'Well,' said Chippy, 'theer's a nasty cut on his arm, but we've stopped the bleedin'.' The farmer called to two men at work in a barn, and a door was hastily lifted from its hinges. Then all three hurried along in the wake of the Raven, who led the way back. CHAPTER XLV AT THE HARDYS' FARM But scarcely had the party left the farmyard than they saw in the distance the figure of a heavily laden scout. It was Dick marching along with his injured comrade on his shoulders. A few moments after Chippy departed in search of help, the wounded boy came to himself under the influence of the cold water with which Dick bathed the hurt and the boy's face. 'Hallo!' he murmured feebly. 'What's wrong? Have I got home?' 'Not just yet, old chap,' said Dick cheerily, 'but you'll soon be there. A friend has gone ahead for help.' 'It's only a little way now,' muttered the injured boy. 'How far?' cried Dick, but he received no answer. The other was fast falling into a stupor again. Dick felt very uneasy. He did not know a great deal about wounds, but he knew that his brother scout had lost a large amount of blood, and that it was very urgent that he should be swiftly conveyed to a place where he could receive proper attention.