"Who was he?"
"The song says Witherington, but we will call him Mole."
"'For Mole, indeed, my heart is woe,
As one in doleful dumps;
For when his feet were cut away,
He walked upon his stumps.'"
By this time the train had stopped, and all the party got out, except Mole.
As Harkaway had said, there was no vehicle in the station nor outside of it, so Mr. Mole was obliged to remain till his friends could hit upon some plan for removing him.
A porter was the first to make a suggestion.
"An artificial limb maker lives opposite, monsieur," said he.