CHAPTER XII
THE MAN WHO LIMPED
Instantly the car was in confusion. Men and women, struggling to their feet from where they had been thrown by the impact of the blow, began rushing about hardly knowing what they were doing. One young lady raised a small hand bag, and was about to smash it through a window.
"Don't do that!" yelled Frank, racing toward her.
"But I must! I must!" she cried. "I want to get out! The place is on fire!"
"There is no fire!" shouted Frank. "You are in no danger in this car, but if you smash the glass you'll cut yourself!"
Even then the girl did not seem to comprehend. She looked at Frank with fear in her eyes, and once more raised the bag. Not until he grasped her wrist, and gently took the small satchel from her, did she seem to comprehend. Then he led her to a seat, for the chairs, strongly bolted to the floor of the car, had not torn loose.
"This car is not damaged a bit," went on Frank, in as calm tones as were possible under the circumstances. "You can see that both doors are in place, and you can get out that way, if you wish."
"Oh, indeed I do!" cried the girl. "Please take me out of here! Oh, what a wreck! But I'm glad you didn't let me break the glass."
"You would have been hurt if you had," said Frank. "As it is, you do not seem to be injured."