“They were using the hot rails to fry their bacon on.”
“Here’s the doctor. Are there any children hurt?”
“Children all safe,” said Martin, looking carefully through the wreckage. “A lot of grown-ups badly damaged.”
“Here’s the pistol. Put them out of their misery.”
“Bang-bang-bang!”
“They didn’t suffer much. I’ll go for the wrecking train.”
“Janet!” exclaimed Phyllis. “What are you doing, running about the house in your pyjamas. And you’ve got sniffles already.”
The two players looked up; but they could see nothing outside their tunnel of brightness. The voice seemed like imagination.
“Of course the railroad company will have to pay money for those valuable lives,” said Martin regretfully.
“I’ll get the blocks, we can build a norphan asylum for the surveyors.”