faintly. It's the freshet I remember most though. Enough timber floated by here to build a barn. See that old shed yonder?" and he pointed to a low structure. "Well, I built that out of timber I fished ashore. Lumber yard beyond Wilmer floated into the creek, and all of us along here got some of it."
"What do you know about the wreck?" asked Ralph.
"Heard about it at the time, that's all. Sort of connect the freshet with it. That was a great washout," continued the farmer. "Even sheds and chicken coops floated by. And say, a box car, too."
"Oh," cried Zeph, with a start as if he was shot.
"Indeed?" said Ralph, with a suppressed quiver of excitement in his tone.
"Yes. It went whirling by, big and heavy as it was."
"Say, Mister, you don't know where that car went to, do you?" inquired Zeph anxiously.
"Yes, I do. I know right where it is now."
"You do?"
"Yes, old Jabez Kane, ten miles down the creek, got it. He is using it now for a tool shed."
"Oh!" again cried Zeph, trembling with suspense and hope.
