………the Del Monte Express, the evening train from San Francisco, slipped around from behind the warehouses and crashed into the old car. The cow-catcher buckled in the side of the automobile and pushed and ground and mangled it a hundred yards up the track before the train stopped.
Ed was conscious when they got him out of the car and laid him on the grass. A crowd had collected of course— people from the train and more from the little houses that hug the track. In almost no time a doctor was there. Ed’s skull had a crooked look and his eyes were crossed. There was blood around his mouth and his body was twisted wrong, as though under an untrue lens….
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