“Okay.”
“I’ll see if I can’t get you some blankets. And I’ll try to bring a doctor.”
“Skip it,” said Joe quietly. “Some of these other folks need attention a lot worse than I do. I see you found your camera.”
“Your luggage, too,” Flash told him encouragingly.
“Stow it in a safe place if you can find one,” Joe advised. “I saw a suspicious-looking fellow going through one of the cars. Helping himself to what he could get!”
“I think I must have seen that same man. He slipped away when I took a picture a moment ago. The wrecking crew ought to be here soon. They’ll put a stop to such business.”
“Don’t let me keep you from shooting your pictures,” said Wells abruptly.
“I’m almost through now.”
As Flash spoke, both men were startled to hear a moan of pain. The sound came from the wrecked Pullman close by.
“Some poor fellow pinned under there!” exclaimed Joe.