e.

For a minute or so there was a grand hurrah, with mothers and fathers
rushin' to grab their youngsters out of the carts and hug 'em; which
you couldn't blame 'em for doin', either. As for me, I drops off the
back of the coach and makes a bee line for that wreck, so I'm among the
first dozen to get there. I'm in time to shove my shoulder under the
capsized waggon body and hold it up.

Well, there ain't any use goin' into details. What we took from under
there didn't look much like a human bein', for it was as limp and
shapeless as a bag of old rags. But the light haired young feller that
said he was a medical student guessed there might be some life left.
He wa'n't sure. He held his ear down, and after he'd listened for a
minute he said maybe something could be done. So we laid it on one of
the side boards and lugged it up to the house, while some one jumps
into a sixty-horse power car and starts for a sure enough doctor.

It was durin' the next ten minutes, when the young student was cuttin'
off the blue jersey and the ridin' pants, and pokin' and feelin'
around, that Mr. Twombley-Crane gets the facts of the story. He didn't
have much to say; but, knowin' what I did, and seein' how he looked, I
could easy frame up what was on his mind. He gives orders that
whatever was wanted should be handed out, and he was standin' by
holdin' the brandy flask himself when them washed out blue eyes of
Rusty's flickers open for the first time.

"I--I forgot my--mouth organ," says Rusty. "I wouldn't of come
back--but for that."

It wa'n't much more'n a whisper, and it was a shaky one at that. So
was Mr. Twombley-Crane's voice kind of shaky when he tells him he
thanks the Lord he did come back. And then Rusty goes off in another
faint.

Next a real doc. shows up, and he chases us all out while him and the
student has a confab. In five minutes or so we gets the verdict. The
doc. says Rusty is damaged pretty bad. Things have happened to his
ribs and spine which ought to have ended him on the spot. As it is, he
may hold out another hour, though in the shape he's in he don't see how
he can. But if he could hold out that long the doc. knows of an A-1
sawbones who could mend him up if anyone could.

"Then telephone for him at once, and do your best meanwhile," says Mr.
Twombley-Crane.

By that time everyone on the place knows about Rusty and his stunt.
The front rooms was full of people standin' around whisperin' s