Carey watched as his arm bled. The Black Witch was long gone and he tried to stand up. The Princess and the others came running to his aid. They helped him get up, she tied a piece of cloth to his bleeding arm. From the elevated position, they saw that most of the train’s compartments were already burned to ashes, many of the Thugs lie dead, and the foreign passengers were rescued by the injured commanding officer. The Princess scanned the situation and thought of an idea. Although the compartments were on fire, the engine didn’t have a single scratch upon it. The pilots had long left the scene in fear, this was their chance, the only way to get out of the valley and reach Tibet on time.
“Mr. Carey, I hope you are okay?” she asked.
“Yes, I think I can manage,” he replied.
“Good
