Marion Marlowe in Omaha, or, Held up by Accident — page 9: what you’re looking at

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= MY QUEEN. ‘ Some one, they could not see who, went down in the débris of the car. The next min- ute Marion was passed up through the win- dow—but was it to safety? Dr. Brookes followed speedily, and, again took her in his arms. His face was as white as death, and one of his hands was cut and bleeding. “What was it?” asked Bert, as they reached the ground; “the trouble in the car, I mean?” he added, excitedly. : | The doctor’s blue eves flashed with indig- nation as he answered briefly: “Some one tried to rob the ranchman while he was working like a hero! Can you im- It’s the ranch- man’s turn next! He hit him once: the sec- ond time he will kill him!’ -s f agine such acur? But wait! CHAPTER III. BRAVERY. Such a scene as they witnessed after they had laid Marion upon a bed formed of the coats of her three devoted companions! The spot was a lonely one—there -was not and the vicinity of the two wrecked trains looked al- : habitation in sight; immediate most like a battlefield. The two engines had crashed into, each other, but, fortunately, the second belonged io a freight train, so tl e absence of more pas- sengers took a little from the horror. For one hundred yards or more people were lying-on the ground, or crawling about nursing minor injuries. Some lay cold in death, with weeping friends about them, while others were in the agonies of death, with none to succor them. Miss Allyn crawled over to Marion as best che could. Both of her ankles were injured, hut she had not uttered a murmur. The hoarse shouts of the trainmen min- gled with the plaintive eries of the suffer- ers, and from the wreck of the two trams that had collided a thick, black smoke was rising. Marion lay as still as death. There was no pulse perceptible, yet the young physician worked on with the agony of despair in every effort. | / : At last she breathed, and hope sprang into his heart. He could bear anything, now that hte knew Marion was living, “Where is the ranchman ?” %, It was Bert who asked the question as every meinber of the company was clustered about Marion. | : Mrs. Burnside raised her face from over her fast-reviving child and listened for the answer with a mournful eagerness. te I left him inside. He was working like a hero. There were others to be rescued,” was the doctor's answer. | “Every one has worked nobly,” said a sol- emn voice. “Can { do anything for you here?” Bert looked up and saw the white face ot the conductor. : “No, thanks; we’re all right. Is every one out?” asked Bert, starting up. “I have been s0 anxious about Marion that I have forgot- ten the others.” “How many are there in your party?” was the conductor’s reply. Mr. Temple turned from chafing Marion’s - hand, and answered, promptly: “Eleven in the sleeper ‘Ardath, and three s $8 in the ‘smoker. “Then you are all right,” was the quick reply; “and your three men in the ‘smoker’ are each of them heroes. There’s only three cowards on the train, thank Heaven!” He hurried on-to the next group, but Bert ran after hifmn. He was just in time to help save two children, “T think that is all now,” he heard some- He turned one say. It was a familiar voice. and saw Bob Hinton, the calcium man of the company. : eomicbooks.com