Teddy, however, was bemoaning the loss of the sandwich that he
had bought but had not eaten.
"The accident shall be investigated by me personally before
this section leaves the yard," said Mr. Sparling. "I am glad
you suggested it, Phil. How do you feel?"
"I am all right. Did somebody pull me out?"
"Yes, Teddy did. You are a pair of brave boys. I guess this
outfit knows now the stuff you two are made of, if it never did
before," glowed Mr. Sparling.
"How many were killed?"
"None. The head steward has a broken leg, one waiter a few ribs
smashed in, and another has lost a finger. I reckon the railroad
will have a nice bill of damages to pay for this night's work.
Were you in the car when it occurred?"
"Yes. They had been handling it rather roughly. We spoke of it
at the time. We were moving down the yard when suddenly one end
seemed to drop right off the track as if we had come to the end
of it."
Mr. Sparling nodded.
"I'll go into it with the railroad people at once. You two get
into your berths. Can you walk?"
"Oh, yes."
"How about you, Tucker,"
"I can creep all right. I learned to do that when I was in
long pants."
"I guess you mean long dresses," answered the showman.
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