"How many were killed?"
"None. The head steward has a broken leg, one waiter a few ribs smashed in, and another has lost a finger. I reckon the railroad will have a nice bill of damages to pay for this night's work. Were you in the car when it occurred?"
"Yes. They had been handling it rather roughly. We spoke of it at the time. We were moving down the yard when suddenly one end seemed to drop right off the track as if we had come to the end of it."
Mr. Sparling nodded.
"I'll go into it with the railroad people at once. You two get into your berths. Can you walk?"
"Oh, yes."
"How about you, Tucker,"
"I can creep all right. I learned to do that when I was in long pants."
"I guess you mean long dresses," answered the showman.
"I guess I do."