"That package of bandages," she murmured. "Oh, here it is. Yes, I 'm
a physician, and I 've had practice in surgery. Come, let's get out
there at once. If you will carry these packages I 'll take my surgical
case and my medicine bag. I 'm so glad I put all these things in my
suit case."
It had been a head-on collision between the two trains. In some way,
nobody knew how, there had been a misunderstanding of orders, and the
east-bound train, instead of waiting at the next switch, had come on
toward the usual passing place. In the shock of meeting, its engine
had reared and ploughed its way over the other and the two monsters lay
upon the ground, a mass of twisted scraps of iron. One engineer had
stuck to his post, the other had jumped, as had both the firemen. One
was dead, the other three all severely injured. Among the train crews
and the passengers of the day coaches there were a number of broken
limbs and many severe cuts, bruises, and shocks.
From the east-bound train another physician appeared, and he and
Elizabeth worked over the injured, sometimes together, sometimes
separately.
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