Geiszler stood in front of the carriage door, his heart filled with anxiety.
The train was like a giant python with a black head, lying quietly on the ground, and at this moment he felt like he wanted to crawl into its belly.
"Is this thing really safe?" He turned back to look at Honorary Representative Sergeant Poppard.
The latter smiled and patted him on the back: "I remember you said you weren't afraid of Austrian cannons, and now you don't dare to get on a train?"
"I, of course, I dare!" Geiszler shouted with a flushed face, then tightened the sling of the caplock gun forcefully and jumped onto the train.
The somewhat dim carriage was filled with dozens of rows of wooden benches, with two rows sharing a backrest about a meter high.
Geiszler sat down next to Naselli according to the sequence.
The seats were very cramped, and to increase capacity, each carriage was equipped with 23 rows of half-seats, seating 6 people per row, totaling 141 positions.
