But now the course of their search brought them near the centre of the collision, where the boilers were still blowing off steam with a deafening clamour.

It was a part of the field not yet gleaned by the rescuing party.

The ground, especially on the margin of the wood, was full of inequalities--here a pit, there a hillock surmounted with a bush of furze.

It was a place where many bodies might lie concealed, and they beat it like pointers after game.

Suddenly Morris, who was leading, paused and reached forth his index with a tragic gesture.