As it was, our engine was smashed so badly that it could not take us on; the passengers were frightened; and we were having a tedious time waiting for another engine to come and take us to Riverdale.
After the accident, the trainmen were so busy that Miss Laura could get no one to release me.
While I sat by her, I noticed an old gentleman staring at us.

He was such a queer-looking old gentleman.

He looked like a poodle.

He had bright brown eyes, and a pointed face, and a shock of white hair that he shook every few minutes.

He sat with his hands clasped on the top of his cane, and he scarcely took his eyes from Miss Laura's face.