"It was a hold-up.

I guess you know that, don't you?
Well, what more do you want to know?
I ain't got time to fool around.

They cut off our express car and have cracked it open, and they shot one of our train crew, that's all, and I want a doctor." "Did they shoot him--kill him, do you mean ?" "Is he hurt bad ?" "Did the men get away ?" "Oh, shut up, will you all ?" exclaimed the conductor.
"What do I know?
Is there a DOCTOR in this car, that's what I want to know ?" The well-dressed young man stepped forward.
"I'm a doctor," he said.

"Well, come along then," returned the conductor, in a surly voice, "and the passengers in this car," he added, turning back at the door and nodding his head menacingly, "will go back to bed and STAY there.

It's all over and there's nothing to see." He went out, followed by the young doctor.
Then ensued an interminable period of silence.