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* BOB YOUNGER’S FATE, 145 So without particular exertion he worked his way forward until he found himself in the open air. He now saw that a broken rail had been the cause of the disaster. } The engine was still in an upright position, though off the track, and all the cars were more or less damaged. Bic. yeveral passengers had been injured, though for- | tunately no one was killed, but it would take hours _ to clear the track. | The drummer had in the meantime approached the engineer, and was talking earnestly to him. The latter shook his head occasionally in such a manner as to lead one to believe that he was being asked a favor, and was obliged to refuse it. “Ah, the gentleman does mean business; now we'll see how he’s going to accomplish it.” Suddenly bethinking himself, the tramp went back to the second car, which he found to have been overturned. He entered, and passed on until he came to a man who had evidently been injured, as he at times gave utterance to a moan, and was clearly unable to walk. ae “Stranger, you seem to be hurt, from the fuss you | 2 32 are makin’. ‘“‘T am, dod rot it! I’m in a purty bad fix, I guess.”’ “TI guess you are, myself. You’re most gone, I allow. Where do you want your body sent?’’ The injured man looked a little alarmed at this cool question, but he at once gave vent to a laugh. ?’“Oh, I’m not so bad hurtas all that. Dve had my leg wrenched a little, but [ll soon be able to walk.” ‘“Was you ridin’ with anybody?”’ | A significant look passed between the couple. “Yes, a preacher set with me, a mighty slick one, © too, and he was goin’ to Chicago same as me. When the crash come he up and out like a flash o’ light- nin’, guess he wasn’t any more anxious than the rest of us to pass in his checks.”’ The tramp leaned down as if to examine the other’s wound. ; Eomicbooks.co