"And I'm going to
film this smash. I may be able to get some good pictures for our
newspaper service, Mr. Pertell," he added, as he hurried out.
CHAPTER II
A MISSING DOG
After the first crash, the sudden stop, and the terrified cries, a
silence followed that was almost as startling and nerve-racking as
the accident had been.
Then benumbed senses gradually came back to their owners, and the
passengers began to take stock of themselves and their surroundings.
"Is anybody hurt?" demanded Mr. Pertell, as he surveyed the interior
of the car.
"We seem to be all right," replied Mr. DeVere, hoarsely, as he noted
where his two daughters were standing together, their arms about each
other.
"Py gracious, dot vos a smash, all right!" exclaimed Carl Switzer,
the comedian of the company. "I pelief me dot I haf busted----"
"Not your leg--don't say you have broken your leg!" cried Mrs.
Maguire, as she clasped her two grandchildren in her arms. Nellie,
the little girl, was crying, from having bumped her nose against the
back of a seat.
"No, t'ank my lucky stars I haf not broken my leg. It iss only my
shoe-lace!" exclaimed Mr. Switzer, triumphantly, as he held it up,
dangling.
"Luck!" grunted Mr. Sneed in gloomy tones. "Is there any such thing
as good luck? I knew something would happen when we started out on
track thirteen.
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