Ralph nudged him to be quiet. He asked a few more questions of the farmer and they left the place.
"Ralph," cried Zeph wildly, "we've found it!"
"Maybe not," answered the young fireman. "It may not be the same car."
"But you're going to find out?"
"It's pretty late. We had better make a day of it to-morrow."
"All right, if we can't attend to it to-day," said Zeph disappointedly; and then both returned to camp.
Next morning early both started for the creek again. By proceeding across the country diagonally, they saved some distance.
It was about noon when they approached a rickety, old farmhouse, which a man had told them belonged to Jabez Kane.
"There it is, there it is," cried Zeph, as they neared it.
"Yes, there is an old box car in the yard near the creek, sure enough," said Ralph.
They entered the farm yard. The box of the car they looked at sat flat on the ground. It had been whitewashed several times, it appeared, so they could trace no markings on it. They approached it and stood looking it over when a man came out of the house near by.
