“Keep them back a moment, Black!” cried Dick. “Brad will open her up and you can all get out.” Then he continued to search for Doris. Buckhart was not long in making an opening large enough for the boys to crawl forth. One by one they crawled out at that point, while the Texan turned to look for Dick amid the wreck of the smashed car. Merriwell found the girl he sought. She had been pinned down by a seat. In the dim light her face showed deathly pale and her eyes were closed. His first thought was that she was dead. But even as he stooped over her with a cry, her eyes unclosed and looked into his. “Doris!” he exclaimed. “Dick—oh, Dick!” was her only answer. In a moment he was doing everything in his power to drag her free. Her skirt was caught somewhere and seemed to hold her fast. He seized hold of it with his hands and gave a mighty pull that ripped her free. Then swiftly, yet with strange gentleness, under such circumstances, he drew her from beneath the seat and lifted her in his arms. “Doris, are you badly hurt?” “I don’t know, Dick. I think I fainted.” He asked no further questions, for at that moment he found Brad Buckhart with Zona Desmond near at hand. The Texan aided Zona over the débris and enabled her to creep out by the opening he had made. He followed and assisted Doris, Dick coming last. When they were outside a scene of terrible confusion met their gaze. All around them were excited boys and appalled men and women. A few cool-headed ones were working steadily to rescue from the wreck those who still remained in it. At a little distance lay several who had been injured. From the overturned engine a cloud of steam and smoke arose. The express and baggage car were piled on top of the locomotive. As he gazed on the spectacle, Dick found himself wondering that so many had escaped. He thought of his friends, and near at hand he saw Chip Jolliby with a bloody cheek, yet apparently otherwise unharmed. Dave Flint had a blood-stained handkerchief tied about his wrist, while Obediah Tubbs sat on the ground and tenderly clung to his fat stomach, complaining that some “dern fool” had kicked all the wind out of him. Doris clung to Dick. “Isn’t it awful?” she shuddered. “Who is missing?” was Merriwell’s question. “Hi believe almost everybody got out, don’t y’ ’now,” answered the familiar voice of Billy Bradley. “Hal!” exclaimed Doris—"where is Hal?" “Has anybody seen Hal?” Dick demanded. No one had seen him. “Great tarantulas!” burst from Buckhart. “I opine he must be in there now, pard!” Even as the Texan uttered these words, Dick thrust Doris Templeton upon him and plunged back into the wreck, though the express car was afire and the flames were spreading rapidly. “I’m with yer, partner!” shouted the Texan; but Dick paused long enough to order him to remain and look after the girls.