Saunders aroused him.
"Be careful, Griffin. The Padre will come. Don't let him see her yet. He was hurt, you know, and he couldn't stand it."
Slowly Mark arose. He couldn't look at her again. Saunders said something to the women, and they covered both bodies with blankets from the wrecked car, just as the priest came up.
"Are there others?" the priest asked.
Saunders looked at Mark as if begging him to be silent.
"No, Father, no others."
"But these—" he pointed to the blanket-covered bodies.
"They are—already dead, Father."
"God rest them. I can do no more."
The priest turned to cross the track, and almost fell. Mark sprang to support him. The relief train came in and another priest alighted, with a Protestant clergyman, and the surgeons and nurses.