“Say, I wish we could get some pictures,” murmured Blake.
“You’ll have enough chance to get them later,” spoke a brakeman, going through the car. “You haven’t begun to see things yet!”
“Are they very bad?” asked Joe.
“I should say so! I doubt if we can get in. The river has gone up two feet since yesterday, and it’s still rising.”
“You mean we won’t get into Hannibal?” asked Blake.
“That’s about it. I don’t see how we’re going on much farther. The track just ahead of us was on the edge of the water last night, so I heard, and it’s bound to be covered now. There are a couple of bridges, too, that were in danger of being washed away.”
“I knew it! I knew something would happen!” cried Mr. Piper.
“Say, hadn’t you better take some of that liver regulator?” asked Mr. Ringold, with a smile at the comedian.
The train, which had been proceeding more and more slowly, now came to a stop. The passengers glanced uneasily about, and Joe and Blake hurried out.
“Any accident?” Joe asked, of the brakeman who had spoken of the flood.