"Glory be, 'tis a small matter at most, an' right in our neighbourhood--not a dozen blocks away.

Soon as it's done we can beat it for home an' let the down- town boys take the car back to the shop." "We've only to jack her up for a moment," he had answered.
"What is it ?" Billy Jaffers, another of the crew, asked.
"Somebody run over--can't get them out," he said, as they swung on board the wrecking-car and started.
He saw again all the incidents of the long run, not omitting the delay caused by hose-carts and a hook-and-ladder running to a cross-town fire, during which time he and Clancey had joked Jaffers over the dates with various fictitious damsels out of which he had been cheated by the night's extra work.
Came the long line of stalled street-cars, the crowd, the police holding it back, the two ambulances drawn up and waiting their freight, and the young policeman, whose beat it was, white and shaken, greeting him with: "It's horrible, man.

It's fair sickening.

Two of them.

We can't get them out.