"Look out for the coffee boiler."
A yell from a waiter told them that the warning had come
too late. The man had gotten a large part of the contents
of the boiler over him.
But all at once those in the car began to realize that something
else was occurring. Somehow, they could feel the accommodation
car wavering as if on the brink of a precipice. Then it began to
settle slowly and the mystified performers and car hands thought
it was going to rest where it was on the ties.
Instead, the car took a sudden lurch.
"We're going over something!" cried a voice.
Phil, who had scrambled quickly to his feet, half-dazed from the
fall, stood irresolutely for a few seconds then began making his
way toward where Little Dimples had fallen.
At that moment young Forrest was hurled with great force against
the side of the car. Everything in the car seemed suddenly to
have become the center of a miniature cyclone. Dishes, cooking
utensils, tables and chairs were flying through the air, the
noise within the car accompanied by a sickening, grinding series
of crashes from without.
Groans were already distinguishable above the deafening crashes.
Those who were able to think realized that the accommodation car
was falling over an embankment of some sort.
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