By that time, Hank and Benny had come back with two or three men from Hoosac Tunnel station, and they went to work with jacks to get the engineer and fireman out. "A special train is coming from Readsboro," Hank told us. "It's bringing some doctors and the wrecker." "Do you feel able to continue your journey, Mrs. Richmond?" Mr. Norton asked. "We could manage to carry the little girl as far as the station and there is a train due from North Adams in about an hour. Or would you rather wait for the special and go back?" "I think we'd better go back to Readsboro," she said. "We have friends there and I don't feel much like walking." We didn't have long to wait, for the train soon came puffing down the valley. Two doctors jumped off before it had time to stop and hurried over to where we were standing. They were surprised some, when they saw the people all bandaged up. "Who did this?" asked one of them, standing over the conductor. "I thought there were no surgeons here. Did you succeed in getting somebody from North Adams?" "These boys," Mr. Norton told him. "They are Boy Scouts and have been in training some time for this very job." The doctor gave a little whistle. "Good thing for him," he said, "that they were around. I couldn't have done it much better, myself." We felt proud when he said that, and I could tell by the way Mr. Norton smiled at us that he was feeling pretty good over it. All the same, the doctor bandaged him over again, to make sure that everything was all right. When he had finished, the hurt ones were put on board the train and made as comfortable as possible. We heard some cheering over by the wreck and hurried back to find out what had happened. "They are alive," a man explained. "We've jacked her up a little, and the engineer just spoke to us. He says that the fireman is alive, too." It made us feel better to know that they were alive, and the men worked like sixty to get them out. By that time the wrecking crew had the big crane ready. After that it was easy. It didn't take long to swing the heavy frame clear of the ground and to one side. The two men were found somewhere in the mass, badly hurt but alive, which was more than we could understand. They were lifted out as carefully as possible and carried to the car. "Good-by, boys!" called Mary out of the window. "Good-by! God bless you, dear children!" said Mrs. Richmond. "Good-by,--good-by," yelled the brakeman. The doctors were too busy to say good-by to anybody. We watched the train steam up through the valley; then Mr. Norton took each one of us by the hand, and he squeezed hard. We heard afterward that both men got well, although many weeks passed before they were able to work again. We started for home, bright and early the next morning, taking all day for the climb over the mountain and camping that night among the foothills on the west side. It was only six or seven miles from there home, and we were so tough and hard that it didn't seem far.