There had been a brief moment in which the air around the wrecked auto
had seemed full of flying human beings.
Now, they lay by the road side in varying degrees of disaster.
The left front axle had broken, the wheel rolling some yards ere it
stopped.
Jacob Farnum, seated right over the axle, was hurled out, head first as
nearly as he could afterwards guess. How he avoided landing on his head
and sustaining a broken neck or shattered skull was one of those
miraculous things that no one can explain.
The chauffeur had plunged out over Farnum's head, alighting beyond the
shipbuilder. The chauffeur now lay writhing and groaning.
David Pollard landed first, on one wrist and his chest, a cry of anguish
escaping him.
Eph Somers lay in the road motionless. Jack and Hal fell against the
padded side of the car. Hal remained there during the next second, but
young Benson turned a half-somersault, lightly, landing in the road just
outside.
It was young Captain Jack who first got to his feet. Dazed for a few
moments, he rose slowly seeking for signs of injury.
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