"Oh, there's some one in there," exclaimed the girl. But she had other work to do just then. The young woman struggled on, at last reaching the platform that now stood in the air some feet above the track.
"Jump! We'll catch you," called a voice.
"I—I can't. Help me. My companion is hurt."
"She's got someone with her. Get up there," commanded a sharp voice.
Two trainmen clambered to the platform.
"Is the girl dead?" demanded one.
"I don't know. Oh, please hurry," begged Barbara in an agonized tone.
The men quickly lifted down Grace Carter's limp form. Then they turned to assist Barbara, but she already had swung down without assistance. Mollie was kneeling beside Grace, other passengers crowding about the unconscious girl who lay stretched out on the ground beside the track. Someone pushed through the crowd to Grace and thrust a bottle of smelling salts under her nose.
This served to restore her to consciousness, and she feebly brushed the bottle aside.
"She's alive," screamed Mollie, almost beside herself.