"Have you the paper safe?" asked Andy.
"Yes, it's all right—pinned to the inside of my vest pocket," was the answer.
There was a shrill whistling down the track, and the sound of a fast-puffing locomotive that could be heard above the roar and crackle of the flames. A flagman came running up to the group of trainmen and others who surrounded the place where the injured ones lay.
"The relief train!" he shouted, waving his red flag. "Here is the relief train!"
"That's good," said the doctor with a sigh of satisfaction. "I need medicines and bandages for these injured. It didn't come any too soon for him," he added, and nodded toward Shackmiller.
CHAPTER XIV
FORWARD AGAIN
Getting the injured aboard the relief train was the first care of everyone, including the wrecking crew, that had come in response to the telegraphed appeal for aid. Tenderly the men and women, and one or two children, were carried into a car that had been temporarily converted into a hospital.
Several physicians had come on the relief train, and a number of trained nurses, so that those with hurts were assured of every attention.
"I'm afraid we'll have to operate on that man," Frank heard the physician who had been on the wrecked train say to one of the relief doctors.