"I say, you people, there's a dead man or something here in the road," and, without a pause, he hurried on.
Rollins opened his eyes and felt the familiar motion of a moving train, but for an instant he could not call back his wits to think. He was lying on a mattress on the floor and his head and shoulders were propped up comfortably. There was a crowd standing about him.
"You're all right, my lad," said a voice. "There are four of us here to look out for you." The doctor arose from his knees and laughed.
Rollins faintly smiled. "Oh, I'm kind of comfortable," he said.
"The company ought to give him a gold bicycle set with diamonds," said the conductor.
"I'd rather have a trip to Europe," said Rollins.
A quiet-looking man standing in a corner of the car heard this remark and made a note of it.
The whistle hallooed exultantly at the entrance of the Jimtown yards.
The sound reached the ears of Mr. Mingle as he sat with his forehead resting on the edge of his desk. The three sharp toots that were being given so often in succession could be nothing else than cheers.