"I don't believe the dog will miss the place," responded Doctor
Davison.

Just then Reno leaped forward with a long-drawn whine. Ruth hurried
with him, leaving the doctor to come on in the rear. Reno took the
lead and the girl tried to keep pace with him.

It was not for many yards. Reno stopped at the brink of a steep bank
beside the road. This bank fell away into the darkness, but through
the trees, in the far distance, the girl could see several twinkling
lights in a row. She knew that they were on the railroad, and that she
was looking across the great swamp-meadow.

"Hullo!" shouted one man, loudly. "Something down there, old fellow?"

Reno answered with a short bark and began to scramble down the rough
bank.

"Here's where somebody has gone down ahead of him," cried another of
the searchers, holding his own lantern close to the ground. "See how
the bank's all torn up? Bet his wheel hit that stone yonder in the
dusk and threw him, wheel and all, into this gulley."

"Wait here, child," ordered Doctor Davison, quickly. "If he is in bad
shape, boys, call me and I'll come down. Lift him carefully--"

"He's here, sir!" cried the first man to descend.

And then Reno lifted up his voice in a mournful howl.