The engine stopped, and Mole was rescued from his perilous position.
He had fainted, but a glass of water restored him.
"Are you hurt, old man?" asked Dick.
"No; I think not. It's only my legs, nothing else."
"Great Heaven, what a narrow escape!"
"So it is; but here is a nuisance, both my legs cut clean off, six inches above the ankle."
"Here, porter, put this gentleman in a first-class carriage," said Harkaway senior.
"But, monsieur, he must be taken to the hospital; the surgeon is close at hand."
"Doctor be hanged! This gentleman must go to Paris by the next train."
The porters, being evidently unwilling to touch Mr. Mole, Harkaway said—