"Look at those worn-out women, almost too limp to move.

It's hot and shaky enough in our cars; the Colonist ones must be dreadful." "Good enough for the folks who're in them; they're not fastidious," said the man.
They strolled on, and George felt mildly curious about them.

The girl was pretty and graceful, with a stamp of refinement upon her; the man was essentially rugged and rather grim.

Suddenly, however, a whistle blast rang out, and George hurried toward the engine.

It was beginning to move when he reached it but, grasping a hand-rail, he clambered up.
The cab was already full of passengers, but he had found a place on the frame above the wheels when he saw the girl in the light dress running, flushed and eager, along the line.