"Trying to relieve the victims of the disaster," answered Schuyler. "On my honor that is all I was doing."
"Is this true?" asked his captor, turning to Mark.
"Yes; he was trying to relieve us of our valuables. He had that gentleman's watch out of his pocket when I first whistled. As you came up, he was trying to rob me."
"That's enough! Take him along."
Two strong men tied Schuyler's hands together and marched him away.
"I'll get even with you for this, you young rascal!" he exclaimed in a rage, shaking his fist at Mark.
Just then Solon Talbot recovered consciousness.
"Where am I?" he groaned.
"There has been an accident, Uncle Solon," said Mark, now on his feet. "We went over an embankment and were spilled out. Are you all right? Are any of your limbs broken?"
"I—I don't think so, but I have had a shock, and my head is bruised."