It was past midnight , and Helen 's heavy eyelids were beginning to droop , when suddenly there came an awful crash , a pang of mortal fear , then utter oblivion . As her senses returned she found herself lying in a painful position under what had been the roof of the car ; something heavy weighed down her lower limbs , and her dizzy brain rung with a wild uproar of shrieks and groans , eager voices , the crash of wood and iron , and the shrill whistle of the engine , as it rushed away for help . Through the darkness she heard the pant as of some one struggling desperately , then a cry close by her , followed by a strong voice exclaiming , in an agony of suspense , -- `` My God , will no one come ! '' `` Hoffman , are you there ? '' cried Helen , groping in the gloom , with a thrill of joy at the sound of a familiar voice . `` Thank heaven , you are safe . Lie still . I will save you . Help is coming . Have no fear ! '' panted the voice , with an undertone of fervent gratitude in its breathless accents . `` What has happened ? Where are the rest ? '' `` We have been thrown down an embankment . The lads are gone for help . God only knows what harm is done . '' Karl 's voice died in a stifled groan , and Helen cried out in alarm , -- `` Where are you ? You are hurt ? '' `` Not much . I keep the ruins from falling in to crush us .
Be quiet , they are XXXXX . ''
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