“Isn’t it awful!” he groaned.  “Oh, what kin we do?”

“Let us go and see,” was the reply.  “Come on.”

Together they made their way up the track as fast as possible, and as they approached the spot where the accident had taken place, an indescribable feeling came over the girl.  Suppose the men were dead!  And if not dead, they surely must be fearfully mangled.  How could she endure the sight?  But struggle on she did, and at length saw one of the men limping painfully toward her.  His clothes were torn, and his face and hands were bleeding.  He staggered as he walked, and when he reached the track he sank down upon the ground.

“Are you much hurt?” Jess asked, hurrying to his side.  Her fears had all vanished, and she thought not of herself, but only of the injured man.

“Never mind me,” the man replied.  “I’ll be all right shortly.  But for God’s sake do something for Bill.  He’s over there among the stones all smashed up.  I was pitched clear.”

With a bound Eben left the track, and leaped among the bushes down where Bill was lying, half buried beneath a tangle of stones, trees and truck.  The man was very still, and to all appearance dead.  But, as Eben began to free his body, he opened his eyes and moaned.  Fortunately none of the monster stones rested upon him, but only a small bent tree held his legs as in a vice.  With considerable difficulty Eben was able to free the man, and then lifting him in his arms staggered out of the ruins, and laid his burden gently upon the ground a short distance away.  In another minute Jess was kneeling by the injured man’s side, wiping the blood which flowed down his face with her small white handkerchief.

“We must have help at once,” she exclaimed, turning to Eben.  “Is there a doctor anywhere near?  Go for him, quick.”

Scarcely had she ceased speaking ere the sound of hurrying footsteps fell upon their ears.  In another minute several excited men were by their side, examining the wounded man and asking numerous questions.  Jess rose to her feet and stepped back.  As she did so someone touched her lightly on the arm, and whispered her name.  Turning swiftly around, she came face to face with the driver of the car who had interviewed Captain Tobin outside the store that very morning.

“John!” It was all that she said, but the flush upon her face, and the light of joy which leaped into her eyes were more expressive than many words.

“How did you get here so soon?” the young man asked.  “This is no place for you, Jess.  Let me take you back to the boat.”

“No, no,” was the low reply.  “We must look after this poor man first.  Oh, do what you can for him at once.”