A long row of freight-cars stood near a break in the track into which the rails ran down, and a faint cloud of steam rose from the gap.
George helped the girl down, anticipating Edgar, who seemed anxious to offer his assistance, and they walked forward until they could see into the pit.

It was nearly forty feet in depth, for the embankment, softened by heavy rain, had slipped into the lake.

In the bottom a huge locomotive lay shattered and overturned, with half a dozen men toiling about it.

The girl stopped with a little gasp, for there was something strangely impressive in the sight of the wreck.
"It's dreadful, isn't it ?" she exclaimed.
Then the men who had come with them gathered round.
"Where's the fireman ?" one of them asked.

"He was too late when he jumped.