He looked her over critically. She was quite a pretty girl, aged about eighteen, and aside from a slight disorder of her hat and dress she was none the worse for the wreck.
"No, I am not hurt," she admitted. "I don't know why I wanted to smash that glass. It seemed that I was in some burning building and must get out that way. Oh, I wonder if any one is hurt?"
"I am afraid so," answered Frank gravely. "But all in this car seem to have escaped very luckily."
His brother was picking himself up from under a seat, and Billy, who had been hurled toward a passage leading to a private compartment, came limping back.
"Hurt?" asked Frank.
"Not much. Just a twisted ankle. How about you?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Let's go outside and see what happened."
"Take me with you," pleaded the girl. "I can't bear to stay in here after that awful crash."
Frank looked to see his brother approaching and then he helped the girl along the aisle, as she was trembling from fright.
The maiden lady, for whom Andy had gotten the water, was getting up, and feeling of her curls as if to see if any were missing. They were all in place, and, after smoothing down her dress, she seemed more composed, though she was pale.