"Look, there's Russ, taking pictures!" exclaimed Ruth, pointing to him. The young operator had gone to the baggage car and obtained the tripod of his camera. This he had set up in an advantageous position, and was industriously grinding away at the handle, taking pictures of the wreck on the moving strip of celluloid. "This will be all right for our newspaper service!" he called to Mr. Pertell. "That's right! Good work, Russ! But this will mean a delay in getting to Oak Farm." However, there was no help for it. One of the trainmen went to the nearest station to telephone for the wrecking crew. Fortunately it was not necessary to bring one out from Hoboken, since at Dover, a station some miles down the line, such an equipment was kept. And a little later the wrecking crew was on the scene. "I'll get some fine pictures now!" exulted Russ. "I'm glad I'm here, though I wouldn't want a railroad collision to happen every day. We might not get off so lucky next time." "Luck! Don't mention luck!" grumbled Mr. Sneed. "The idea of starting out on track thirteen! I told you something would happen." "Den you vas not disappointmented alretty yet!" laughed Mr. Switzer. The work of getting the engine back on the track was comparatively easy, and it was found that the train could proceed, since the running gear of the baggage car was intact. The train was almost ready to go on again, when a woman, flashily dressed, and wearing many diamonds, came bustling up from the parlor car. "Is my dog safe?" she inquired of the baggageman. "Is he hurt?" "No'm, he's all right; or he was a little while ago," the man answered. "He was tied in the corner, just where you told me to put him. I guess he's there yet. His end of the car wasn't hit. But he howled a lot." "Poor Rex! Let me see him." The lady went to the open door of the baggage car, and looked in. "Why, he's gone!" she cried. "My dog--my darling dog--is gone!" "Can't be!" exclaimed the trainman. "He was tied right there a minute ago." He jumped into the shattered car and looked about. "Is he there?" cried the woman. "No, ma'am, he's gone," was the answer. "But I don't see how it could be." "Did he break loose?" the lady asked, with much eagerness. "No, the strap is gone, and he couldn't possibly untie the knot I put in it. Someone has taken him, ma'am." "Then this company is responsible, and I shall sue it!" the lady cried, bristling with what might be righteous anger. "My dog was a valuable one. Rex III has taken prize after prize, and I was on my way with him to a dog show now. Oh, Rex! Who could have taken you?" and she seemed genuinely distressed. "What kind of a dog was he?" asked Alice, for she loved animals. "A collie--a most beautiful collie. He had a pink bow on, and here it is! Oh, how I loved him! We were inseparable! And now he is gone!" and tears filled the lady's eyes. CHAPTER III ON TO THE FARM