I didn't tell my wife.

I haven't told any one.
But I guess you ought to know.

It's interesting, anyway--and has made a wreck of my nerves." He wiped his face with a blackened rag which he drew from his hip pocket.

"We were working hard to get out the living, leaving the dead where they were for a time, and I had crawled under the wreck of the sleeper.

I was sure that I had heard a cry, and crawled in among the debris, shoving a lantern ahead of me.