These things he noted subconsciously, as he ran.
Then, all at once, as he rounded a sharp turn, he drew up with a cry.
"Down the cliff!" he exclaimed.

"Knocked the wall clean out, and plunged! Holy Mackinaw, what a smash!" In a moment he had reached the scene of the catastrophe.

His quick eye took in, almost at a glance, the skidding mark of the wheels, the ragged rent in the wall, the broken limbs of trees below.
"Some wreck!" he ejaculated, dropping his stick and throwing off his knapsack.

"_Hello, Hello, down there!_" he loudly hailed, scrambling through the gap.
From below, no answer.
A silence, as of death, broken only by the echo of his own voice, was all that greeted his wild cry.
[Illustration: He gathered her up as though she had been a child.].