"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.
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