About where Berth Number Ten should have been, the timbers had telescoped upward, leaving an open space four or five feet high.

I was on my hands and knees, bareheaded, and my lantern lighted up things as plain as day.

At first I saw nothing, and was listening again for the cry when I felt something soft and light sweeping down over me, and I looked up.

Heavens--" Billinger was mopping his face again, leaving streaks of char-black where the perspiration had started.
"Pinned up there in the mass of twisted steel and broken wood was a woman," he went on.

"She was the most beautiful thing I have ever looked upon.