When I first saw her she was on the car platform and I reckoned she was bracing herself to jump off.

Since we were running across a trestle, I pulled her from the steps.

That's how the thing began." "But it didn't stop just then ?" "It stopped soon afterwards," Lister replied.

"She wanted to get off and go East; the train was bound West, but we were held up at a side-track, and I put her on board a gravel train locomotive." "Then she went East!" said Vernon thoughtfully, and studied the other.
Lister sat with his head thrown back and the sun on his brown face.

His look was calm and frank; his careless pose brought out the lines of his thin but muscular figure.