The wreck was bad enough, however, and meant a delay until the track
was cleared. The members of the company, and the other passengers,
gathered about, looking on while the railroad men held a consultation
as to what was best to be done.
"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.
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