"How were you injured, Mr. Greenleaf?" asked Ralph.
"In a wreck. It was at the river just below Big Rock. I was a brakeman. The train struck a broken switch and three cars went into the creek. I went with them and was crippled for life. One of them was a car of another road and not so high as the others, or I would have been crushed to death."
"A car of another road?" repeated Ralph with a slight start.
"Yes."
"You don't know what road it belonged to?"
"No. They recovered the other two cars. I never heard what became of the foreign car. I guess it was all smashed up."
"Gondola?"
"No, box car."
Ralph was more and more interested.
"When did this occur, Mr. Greenleaf?" he asked.
"Five years ago."
"Is it possible," said Ralph to himself, "that I have at last found a clew to the missing car Zeph Dallas and that car finder are so anxious to locate?"
