Because of her confining harness it was only a minor knock, and she opened her eyes almost at once. Indeed the crippled craft was still teetering slightly, and instantly she thought of fire. She put her hand forward, but Dicky’s calm voice stopped her.‘I cut off the ignition and the petrol,’ he said efficiently.He was free of his seat belt and the girls were freeing themselves of theirs. They were absolutely untouched, not even marked, as Jo was, by her window impact. Abel, Jo recalled, had insisted on very tight harnessing for the children.But what was Abel doing all this time? She turned and looked at him, and it was all she could do not to cry out. Abel’s impact had been much more severe than Jo’s. Doubtless he had loosened everything to have better control. A cut on his forehead was bleeding profusely, and he had lost consciousness.But it was not the gash or blood or even unconsciousness that sent Jo’s hand to her mouth to stop a cry, it was Abel’s position. He was hideously jammed.
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