And again he shouted, as he worked his way to the other side of the machine--to the side which, seen from the cliff above, had seemed to show him that inert and mangled body.
All at once he stopped short, shielding his face with his hands, against the blaze.
"Good God!" he exclaimed; and involuntarily took off his cap, there in the presence of death.
That the man _was_ dead, admitted of no question.

Pinned under the heavy, glowing mass of metal, his body must already have been roasted to a char.

The head could not be seen; but part of one shoulder and one arm protruded, with the coat burned off and the flesh horribly crackled; while, nearer Gabriel, a leg showed, with a regulation chauffeur's legging, also burned to a crisp.
"Nothing for me to do, here," said Gabriel aloud.

"He's past all human help, poor chap.

I don't imagine there can be anybody else in this wreck.