"You mean for our personal injuries?" questioned Sam.
"I mean for everything."
"Nothing doing," returned Dick, promptly, and with a bit of pardonable slang.
"You will not accept?"
"We might accept three hundred dollars for the shaking up we got—although we don't know if our nerves are all right or not. Sometimes these things turn out worse than at first anticipated. But the railroad has got to pay for the biplane it smashed."
"Never!"
"I think it will."
"You got in the way of the train—it was your own fault."
"Your track isn't fenced in—I have a right to cross it where I please. If I had a wagon and it broke down, you would have no right to run into it. The law might not hold you criminally liable, but it would hold you liable for the worth of the wagon and contents.
"Say, are you a lawyer?" queried Belright Fogg, curiously.