“Then the wretch has met a just fate,” declared Bart.
But now it seemed that the struggle on the platform had been noticed by some one within the car. There were excited faces at the glass in the door, and a trainman came out, demanding:
“What is all this? Why are you out here? They tell me a woman came out. Where is she?”
With unusual readiness, Bart quickly answered:
“She’s gone—jumped from the train.”
“Jumped?”
“Yes. We both tried to save her. Just as I reached the door I saw my friend struggling to hold her, but she was determined to fling herself over.”
“Well, this is a fine piece of business!” came angrily from the trainman. “What ailed her?”
“She must have been insane,” asserted Bart. “She attacked my friend here, and then tried to jump off. He could not hold her. I did not get hold of her in time.”
“What was he doing out here?”