Mr. Phillip's face paled. He was used to narrow escapes, but this was the narrowest of all in his wide experience.
"Is—is it possible?" he gasped.
"It is a wonder that it didn't derail the whole train. We certainly should have met our finish if that had been the case."
"It was a rare exhibition of presence of mind. I never saw anything like it in my life."
"It was, indeed."
"But where is the boy Rush?"
"Whe—where—where——" breathed the superintendent, his face slowly blanching. "I declare, Phillips, he must have been caught under the pig and carried down to his death!"
The chief engineer shook his head sadly, leaning over the rail without a word as he gazed down into the river with averted face, that his companion might not see his emotion.