"Chattanooga."
"Where were you going?"
"My grandpa died, and as I had nobody to take care of me, I was going to Columbus to work in the cotton factory."
"Humph! Much work you will do for many a long day."
He stroked his grayish beard, and mused a moment, and Edna said timidly:
"If you please, sir, I would like to know if my dog is hurt?"
The physician smiled, and looked round inquiringly.
"Has any one seen a dog that was on the train?"
One of the brakemen, a stout Irishman, took his pipe from his mouth, and answered:
"Aye, aye, sir! and as vicious a brute as ever I set eyes on. Both his hind legs were smashed—dragged so—and I tapped him on the head with an axe to put him out of his misery. Yonder he now lies on the track."