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 a stop. The passengers glanced uneasily about, and Joe and Blake hurried out.
"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 the line 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 to where the flagman stood, and, as they rounded the curve, they saw ahead of them a break in the line, where a bridge had been swept away. The train could go no farther.
"Look at that river!" cried Joe, pointing to the big stream. It was not the Mississippi, but a side stream, swollen by the heavy rain, and it
