“Indeed?” said Ralph, with a suppressed quiver of excitement in his tone.
“Yes. It went whirling by, big and heavy as it was.”
“Say, Mister, you don’t know where that car went to, do you?” inquired Zeph anxiously.
“Yes, I do. I know right where it is now.”
“You do?”
“Yes, old Jabez Kane, ten miles down the creek, got it. He is using it now for a tool shed.”
“Oh!” again cried Zeph, trembling with suspense and hope. 202
Ralph nudged him to be quiet. He asked a few more questions of the farmer and they left the place.
“Ralph,” cried Zeph wildly, “we’ve found it!”
“Maybe not,” answered the young fireman. “It may not be the same car.”