“Halloo!
“Speak louder, please.
“A what?
“Oh—how dreadful!
“What? The trestle? Are you sure? How awful! How high is it?
“Three hundred feet! Great heavens! Were any lives lost?
“Everybody? Oh, impossible—but of course—three hundred feet.
“Only a few passengers—well that is something.
“The cars are on fire, you say. Oh, merciful heaven!
“Oh, I am glad. That is one blessing, at least. Of course they were killed instantly on those rocks.