"Gone, miss--with this awful gale. You weren't wired? Look out!" he
cried in the next breath, seizing her; the train was going on, and she
had given a lurch that almost made it catch her as it passed. When it
had drawn away she became more conscious of the pervading smoke, which
the wind seemed to hurl in her face.
"_Gone?_" She was in the man's hands; she clung to him.
"Burning still, miss. Ain't it quite too dreadful? Took early this
morning--the whole place is up there."