It caught Mr.Dunster, who had just risen to his feet, upon the forehead.

There was a crash all around of splitting glass, a further shock.

They were both thrown off their feet.

The light was suddenly extinguished.

With the crashing of glass, the splitting of timber--a hideous, tearing sound--the wrecked saloon, dragging the engine half-way over with it, slipped down a low embankment and lay on its side, what remained of it, in a field of turnips..