We straightened him out and piled some coats and things, which we found in the wreck, around his leg, to make him as comfortable as we could.
"How many are there?" I asked.
"I only had two passengers, a woman and a little girl. They got on at Readsboro. Then there was the engineer, fireman, and brakeman, besides myself. We run only a small crew on this train."
The brakeman came up while he was speaking. He had been stunned at first and when he came to had managed to crawl out.
"Have you seen Jim or George?" he asked.
"Do you boys know anything about the engineer and fireman?"
We hadn't thought of them before. We had been too busy.
"Then they are under the engine," said he.
He ran through the river to the head of the train, we after him, almost crazy with the thought of those men at the bottom of that awful heap of iron and steel. We pulled and lifted at the great pieces, but we might just as well have tried to move the mountain.