human
The rear guard, a plucky young fellow of about six-and-twenty, twigging the situation, came, as we all know, along the footboard to the engine --Margraf listened with all his remaining strength--
gpt
But what was up with the driver, and where was the front guard in the meanwhile?
human
Well, it appears from what the front guard says--marvellous how he escaped with hardly a scratch--both these men had been drugged, and as they were both of them to have run the mail train to the Continent to-night, things look very fishy.
gpt
They were changed on to this train at the last moment, and hence this accident. The rear guard, poor fellow, was shockingly mangled. Stone dead, of course; and leaves, I understand, a wife and child. There will no doubt be a collection made for him. He was a plucky fellow.
human
Does anyone know his name?
gpt
Yes; his name was Charlie Osborne.
human
Here, cried a young medical student among the party to a passing surgeon,
gpt
Isn't he? he said, in his cool, professional way.
human
He is a good deal farther gone than I thought. He couldn't be gone much farther.