estly. "You must rouse yourself.
There has been a terrible accident. The second section ran into us. The
wreck is burning now, and if we don't move, we will catch fire. Do you
hear?"

Her voice and my arm were bringing me to my senses. "I hear," I said.
"I--I'll sit up in a second. Are you hurt?"

"No, only bruised. Do you think you can walk?"

I drew up one foot after another, gingerly.

"They seem to move all right," I remarked dubiously. "Would you mind
telling me where the back of my head has gone? I can't help thinking it
isn't there."

She made a quick examination. "It's pretty badly bumped," she said. "You
must have fallen on it."

I had got up on my uninjured elbow by that time, but the pain threw me
back. "Don't look at the wreck," I entreated her. "It's no sight for a
woman. If--if there is any way to tie up this arm, I might be able to do
something. There may be people under those cars!"

"Then it is too late to help," she replied solemnly. A little shower of
feathers, each carrying its fiery lamp, blew over us from some burning
pillow. A part the wreck collapsed with a crash. In a resolute to play
a man's part in the tragedy going on around, I got to my knees. Then I
realized what had not noticed before: the hand and wrist of the broken
left arm were jammed through the handle of the sealskin grip. I gasped
and sat down suddenly.

"You must not do that," the girl insisted. I noticed now that she
kept her back to the wreck, her eyes averted. "The weight of the
traveling-bag must be agony. Let me support the valise until we get back
a few yards. Then you must lie down until we can get it cut off."

"Will it have to be cut off?" I asked as calmly as possible. There were
red-hot stabs of agony clear to my neck, but we were moving slowly away
from the track.

"Yes," she replied, with dumfounding coolness. "If I had a knife I could
do it myself. You might sit here and lean against this fence."

By that time my returning faculties had realized that she was going to
cut off the satchel, not the arm. The dizziness was leaving and I was
gradually becoming myself.

"If you pull, it might come," I suggested. "And with that weight gone, I
think I will cease to be five feet eleven inches of baby."

She tried gently to loosen the handle, but it would not move, and at
last, with great drops of cold perspiration over me, I had to give up.

"I'm afraid I can't stand it," I said. "But there's a knife somewhere