One of the cars--the first--had been turned completely over, and to
this every one was hurrying.
"It's the smoking car," replied a man, to Richard's eager question.
"It's full of men, too."
Setting down the two valises within easy reach, the boy hurried forward.
"Mr. Joyce is in there," was his thought. "Oh, I hope he isn't hurt!"
Though Richard had known the man but a short hour, yet the city
merchant's cordial manner had completely captivated the boy.
It was no easy matter for the men in the smoker to free themselves.
In turning over, a number of the seats in the car had become loosened,
falling on many, and blocking up both doors as well.
But presently several windows were smashed out, and the occupants began
to pour from these, some with their clothing badly torn, others hatless,
and several severely injured.
"There are two men in there stuck fast!" exclaimed a short, stout man,
as puffing and blowing he reached the ground. "I tried to help 'em
both, but it was no use,--the seats all piled up atop of 'em. Beckon
they'll have to be cut away, they're jammed in so tight."
Instantly Richard thought of Mr. Joyce. Nowhere in the crowd could he
catch sight of the gentleman. It was possible that one of the two might
be his newly-made friend.
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