CHAPTER VII
STALLED
"What's going on?" asked Mr. Ringold, who had been awakened in hisberth, near the two boys, by hearing the talk. "Has any thing happened?"
"There certainly has," replied Blake, taking care not to speak tooloudly, for fear of awakening the other passengers. "Our undevelopedfilms have been stolen--the ones showing the relief train, and thebridge work."
"Stolen!" exclaimed the manager, thrusting his head out from between thecurtains.
"Well, they're gone, and that's the only way I can account for it," wenton Blake, as he told the story, the colored porter standing by, andlistening with open mouth.
"We haven't made any stops since you put the films under your berth;have we?" asked Mr. Ringold.
"No, sah, dish yeah train ain't done made no stops since dark," answeredthe porter.
"Then the thief must be aboard still!" cried the manager. "We must findhim. It's probably Munson, just as you suspect. Wait until I get someclothes on, and we'll search."
It was not an easy matter to look for Munson aboard a train consistingmostly of sleeping cars, the occupants of which had, in the main,retired. But when the urgency of the matter was explained to theconductor, he lent his aid, and by questioning the porters and brakemen,and such passengers as were aroused, it was learned that no oneanswering Munson's description had been seen.
"Of course it may not have been he," said Blake, when the fruitlesssearch was over, "and, if it was, he may have jumped from the train."
"He could have done that," the conductor admitted. "We struck a prettystiff grade not long ago and had to reduce speed. He could have jumpedoff, if he hit the right place, with little chance of injury."
Nothing more could be done, and, regretting the loss of the valuablefilms, Blake, Joe and the others returned to their berths.
"I'll wire all the agencies and warn them against buying those films,"said Mr. Ringold. "That may help some. And I'll get a detective agencyafter Munson. Those pictures are too valuable to lose."
Breakfast was eaten aboard the train just before coming into Hannibal,and at the first stop Ringold sent off his telegrams. A more completesearch of the train, by daylight, failed to disclose Munson, or anysuspicious characters whom he might have engaged to trail our friends,and steal from them.
"Well, we'll be there soon, now," Joe said, as he rose from the table inthe dining car. "We'd better get our things together, Blake."
"That's right. Say, it's raining again!"
"So it is!" agreed Joe, looking out of the car window. "This is fierce!Isn't it ever going to let up?"
It had rained at intervals for the last two days, and that fact, coupledwith the knowledge that it had been pouring more or less steadily beforethat, did not give much assurance that the flood would soon abate.
"The Mississippi will be higher than ever," murmured Blake. "It's goingto make it bad all around--bad for us and bad for those who are lost.We'll have hard work finding them."
"We'll never find them," broke in the gloomy voice of C. C. Piper. "Theyare gone forever."
The faces of Blake and Joe, no less than that of Mr. Ringold, weregrave. There were grown men and women in the party of players reportedas being lost, but the two boys thought most of Miss Birdie Lee. It wasalmost as though their own sister were lost, so near and dear did theyfeel toward the little actress.
Rain, rain, and still more rain! The big drops splashed on the carwindows, and on either side of the track were to be seen wet and soddenfields, many of them almost out of sight under sheets of water. Theypassed through miles of dripping forest, to come out perhaps near thebank of some stream that was filled to overflowing. Once the tracks werepartly under water, at a point where a small river had overflowed thebanks, and the engineer had to slow down for fear of spreading rails.
It was a dreary outlook, and when they stopped at a station where theycould get newspapers, the printed reports of the flood were mostalarming.
"Isn't it ever going to let up raining?" asked Blake, as he wiped themoisture from a window and looked out for a possible sign of a break inthe clouds.
"It'll rain for forty days--or longer," said Christopher Cutler Piper,in still more gloomy tones.
A passenger in the seat ahead of the comedian turned around, gave onelook at the actor, and then, taking a bottle from his valise gravelyoffered it to C. C.
"Here," he said, "take some of this. It will do you good."
"Hey! What is it?" asked the comedian, suspiciously.
"Liver medicine," went on the passenger, who looked as though he mightbe a country doctor. "I know what's the matter with you. You've gotliver complaint. I've had it, and I know just how mean it makes youfeel."
"But there's nothing the matter with my liver!" protested the actor."Nothing at all!"
"Don't tell me! I know better!" declared the other, with emphasis. "Iput this medicine up myself, and it's the greatest liver regulator andrevivifier in the world. One dose will make you feel like a new man, andtwo will almost cure you. I won't charge you anything for it, either. Ihate to see anyone suffer as you do."
"But I don't suffer," cried Mr. Piper, at a loss to understand theother's queer action. The actor looked around as though for help, incase the man should become violent.
"You don't suffer!" the country doctor cried. "Why, you have the worstcomplaint in the world. You're a pessimist!"
"Huh!" grunted C. C.
"You're always looking on the dark side of things," went on the doctor,"and that shows your liver is affected. One bottle of my celebratedrevivifier will make you look at things through rose-colored spectacles.Don't take my word for it, though. Take the medicine."
"All right," agreed Mr. Piper, while the boys and Mr. Ringold smiled inappreciation of the joke. "I'll take some later," and he laid the bottleaside. The doctor turned away, apparently satisfied, and a little laterMr. Piper began telling to Joe and Blake one of the many humorousstories for which he had been famous while on the vaudeville stage,before taking up moving picture work.
He brought the tale to an end, amid laughter from the boys, and thedoctor, hearing, turned around.
"That's more like it," he said, casting a glance of approval at C. C.Piper. "I knew you'd feel happier after one dose of my liverrevivifier."
"But I didn't take it!" said the actor.
"Though I'm going to!" he added quickly, as he noted the look on theother's face. "I'm sure it's good," he said, and then, when Blake toldthe medical man that it was only C. C. Piper's invariable habit to lookon the gloomy side, even while cracking a joke, the patentee of therevivifier shook his head in a puzzled fashion.
"Queerest case I ever heard of," he said. He went several seats up inthe car after that, as though he were afraid C. C. might, in a fit ofsudden despair, do him some injury.
This little incident served to somewhat enliven a day that had begungloomily enough, and which seemed as though it would continue so, forthe rain showed no signs of stopping.
"It's lucky we brought along rubber boots and our rain-coats," remarkedBlake, as he and Joe were gathering their baggage and cameras together,preparatory to leaving the train, which would soon arrive in Hannibal.
"Yes, we'll need 'em all right," agreed his chum. "And say, we're goingto have trouble getting pictures if this downpour keeps up. We'll getnothing but blurs on the films."
"Oh, it's bound to let up some time," spoke Blake, hopefully.
The train had been proceeding slowly for some time now. The tracks ranalong the river, occasional glimpses of which could be had.
"Look at that!" suddenly cried Joe, as the train rounded a curve, givingthe best view yet had, of the flooded Mississippi. "Say, that's somewater, all right!"
"I should say yes!" exclaimed Blake.
The boys looked out on a big stretch of muddy water, in which numeroustrees, and other debris, could be seen floating. The current seemedsluggish enough, though
doubtless it moved with considerable power. Nowand then small buildings could be noted in the yellow water, having beencarried down from some farms further up stream.
"There goes a house!" exclaimed Mr. Ringold, who was at the adjoiningwindow. "Say boys, this surely is serious!"
The house, a small one, was turning slowly about in the current.
"Say, I wish we could get some pictures," murmured Blake.
"You'll have enough chance to get them later," spoke a brakeman, goingthrough 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 twofeet 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 trackjust 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 astop. The passengers glanced uneasily about, and Joe and Blake hurriedout.
"Any accident?" Joe asked, of the brakeman who had spoken of the flood.
"No; at least not to the train. We're stuck, that's all."
"Stuck?"
"Yes, stalled! We can't go any farther." He pointed ahead, to where theline swept around a curve, and at the bend stood a man with a red flag.
"Come on, let's see what it is," proposed Blake. He and his chum ran towhere the flagman stood, and, as they rounded the curve, they saw aheadof them a break in the line, where a bridge had been swept away. Thetrain could go no farther.
"Look at that river!" cried Joe, pointing to the big stream. It was notthe Mississippi, but a side stream, swollen by the heavy rain, and itwas adding its waters to those of the big river.
There was scarcely any sound to be heard, save the splatter of the rain,the river not rushing along with a roar, as flooded streams sometimesdo. But that there was terrible power in this silent current could notbe doubted. And much debris was being carried along in the muddy waters.
"What is it?" asked Mr. Ringold, as he came up to join the boys. Theypointed to where the bridge had been swept away.
"Well, we'll have to get a boat, to take us off to Hannibal, I guess,"said the manager, always practical in an emergency. "Can we get onearound here?" he asked of the flagman.
"The railroad has sent for a tug to take the passengers on to the city,"the man answered. "I expect she'll be here soon."
"Come on, we'll get our stuff together," said Mr. Ringold. "I'm anxiousto get to the city and make some inquiries for the lost ones."
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