"Why, no," replied the other. "He's certainly pinned down among the
wreck. They'll find him before long. Isn't that a jacket sleeve?"

He broke off with an exclamation, as Edgar drove an elbow hard into his
ribs; but it was too late. The girl looked around at George, white in
face.

"Is there a man beneath the engine? Don't try to put me off."

"I'm afraid it's the case."

"Then why did you bring me?" she cried with a shudder. "Take me away
at once!"

George explained that he had forgotten the serious nature of the
accident. He hastily helped her up and turned away with her, but when
they had gone a little distance she sat down on a boulder.

"I feel badly startled and ashamed," she exclaimed. "I was enjoying
it, as a spectacle, and all the time there was a man crushed to death."
Then she recovered her composure. "Go back and help. Besides, I think
your friend is getting into trouble."

She was right. The man Edgar tried to silence had turned upon him,
savage and rather breathless.

"Now," he said, "I'll fix you mighty quick. Think I'm going to have a
blamed Percy sticking his elbow into me?"