"Besides," said Mrs. Delamont, "Rex would not leave me. Someone must
have taken him."
"That's what I think," agreed the baggageman.
And this was very possible, as many strangers had been attracted to
the scene of the wreck. Mrs. Delamont offered a reward of a hundred
dollars for the return of her prize dog, and this spurred a number of
volunteer searchers to work.
They scurried about the fields near the scene of the accident, but in
spite of enticing calls and whistles no Rex answered.
"I'm afraid he is gone," said Alice, who had taken quite a liking to
Mrs. Delamont, in spite of the lady's rather "loud" dress and
manners.
"Oh, I must find him!" exclaimed Mrs. Delamont. "I shall have to
advertise," she went on. "This is not the first time he has been
taken. He is such a fine-looking dog that many are attracted to him.
And he is so friendly! Oh, Rex, where are you?"
But Rex III was not to be found, and the trainmen could no longer
delay. A last search was made in the surrounding fields, and then the
passengers went back to their cars. A substitute engineer and fireman
had come with the wrecking crew.
Mrs. Delamont made many inquiries as to whether anyone had seen her
dog being led away, but no one had, and lamenting over her loss, and
dwelling on the fine qualities and value of her pet, she resumed her
seat in the parlor car.
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