They were passing over a trestle spanning a wide gully, at the
bottom of which were bushes, rocks, and a tiny mountain stream.
"Don't!" cried Dick, and snatched at the handle of the car door.
He had just clutched it, when Arnold Baxter launched forth his
body into space.
The next instant, and while Baxter stood by the edge of the door,
the long train swung around a sharp curve. There was a quick
jerk, and with a yell of fright which sounded in Dick's ears for
days afterward, Arnold Baxter slipped through the doorway and went
tumbling head foremost down into the gully!
Dick shut his eyes at the sight and clung fast mechanically.
Then, as soon as he could recover, he swung himself into the car.
He could not stand, and sank like a lump of lead to the car floor
unconscious.
When he recovered, several train hands surrounded him, and his
face was wet from the water they had poured over him. It was
fully an hour before he could tell his story, and then a hand-car
was sent back to the spot where Arnold Baxter had had his terrible
fall.
The rascal was found at the foot of the gully, a leg and several
ribs broken and otherwise bruised. He was carried to the hand-car
like one dead, and later on transferred to a hospital at Ithaca.
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