He was breathless, and almost exhausted, but he secured her a little room; and then the pressure suddenly slackened.

The crowd swept out like a flood from a broken dam, and in a few more moments George stood, gasping, on the platform amid a thinner stream of running people.

There was no sign of the Canadian or his daughter; the cars were besieged; and George waited until Edgar joined him, flushed and disheveled.
"I suppose I was lucky in getting through with only my jacket badly torn," said the lad, "I wondered why the railroad people caged up their passengers behind iron bars, but now I know." George laughed.
"I don't think this kind of thing is altogether usual.

Owing to the accident, they've no doubt had two trainloads to handle instead of one.
But the platform's emptying; shall we look for a place ?" They managed to enter a car, though the stream of passengers, pouring in by the two vestibules, met within in dire confusion, choking up the passage with their baggage.

Order was, however, restored at last; and, with the tolling of the bell, and a jerk that flung those unprepared off their feet, the great express got off.
"Nobody left behind," Edgar announced, after a glance through the window.