was any one hurt?
 "Say, Roger, take yourself off my feet; will you?" 

This last cry came from Phil, who was huddled up in a corner of the tonneau. 

"It isn't me, it's the handbag, Phil," gasped out Roger, who hung partly over the front seat of the touring-car. 

"Anybody hurt?" questioned Dunston Porter quickly, as soon as the shock had come to an end. 

"I--I--think I am all right, Uncle Dunston," panted Laura. "But dear me! wasn't it awful?" 

"I thought I was going to fly right over Dave's head," wailed Jessie, who had come up behind the youth with a great thump. "Oh, Dave, did I hurt you?" 

"Knocked a little of the wind out of me, Jessie; that's all," he answered. "But I won't mind that if only you are not hurt." 