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The
jolt
felt
as
if
the
air
within
the
car
smashed
them
forward
while
the
floor
stopped
under
their
feet
.
Kip
Chalmers
was
flung
down
to
the
carpet
,
Gilbert
Keith
-
Worthing
was
thrown
across
the
table
top
,
the
lights
were
blasted
out
.
Glasses
crashed
off
the
shelves
,
the
steel
of
the
walls
screamed
as
if
about
to
rip
open
,
while
a
long
,
distant
thud
went
like
a
convulsion
through
the
wheels
of
the
train
.
When
he
raised
his
head
,
Chalmers
saw
that
the
car
stood
intact
and
still
;
he
heard
the
moans
of
his
companions
and
the
first
shriek
of
Laura
Bradford
’
s
hysterics
.
He
crawled
along
the
floor
to
the
doorway
,
wrenched
it
open
,
and
tumbled
down
the
steps
.
Far
ahead
,
on
the
side
of
a
curve
,
he
saw
moving
flashlights
and
a
red
glow
at
a
spot
where
the
engine
had
no
place
to
be
.
He
stumbled
through
the
darkness
,
bumping
into
half
-
clothed
figures
that
waved
the
futile
little
flares
of
matches
.
Somewhere
along
the
line
,
he
saw
a
man
with
a
flashlight
and
seized
his
arm
.
It
was
the
conductor
.
"
What
happened
?
"
gasped
Chalmers
.
"
Split
rail
,
"
the
conductor
answered
impassively
.
"
The
engine
went
off
the
track
.
"
"
Off
.
.
.
?
"
"
On
its
side
.
"
"
Anybody
.
.
.
killed
?
"
"
No
.
The
engineer
’
s
all
right
.
The
fireman
is
hurt
.
"
