For answer there were louder groans, a fiercer oath or two and then a weak, pain-struck voice came out to them: "For God's sake, get this machine off my legs.

I'm dying.

Help! Help! We surrender!" Ten minutes later, the jubilant captors had released the miserable Andrew Gregory from his position beneath the machine, and had successfully bound the hands and feet of five half-unconscious men.
Gregory's legs were crushed and one other's skull was cracked.

The sixth man was nowhere to be found.

The disaster had been complete, the downfall of the great train robbers inglorious.