But the train now slackens and stops apace—
Hard by a pallid upturned face.[331]
“Saved!” cries Bill, from the engine’s front;
“Saved!” echoes Jemmie, his crutches shunt;
“Saved!” shout the passengers, “Saved from death!”
“Saved?”[333] queries Mary, with conscious breath.
Then helped to her feet—“God bless you sir!”
And Bill’s grimy hand wipes back a tear.
“All ’board!” Sphee-ee-chee—sphee-ee-choof!
And the iron horse moves his steel-rimmed hoof;