room was arranged about as it had been the day
the girls took shelter in the place, but there was this change--that
a fine collie dog was chained near the big fireplace.

And if ever a dog was glad to see anyone it was that same collie. He
jumped about, barking joyfully, but was held back by a strong chain,
fastened to his collar.

"Poor fellow!" exclaimed Sandy kindly, and the dog wagged his tail
in friendly greeting.

"Oh, I wish we could keep him!" exclaimed Alice, who loved animals.

"I guess we'll have to--until that feller gits out of jail," spoke
the young farmer. "They won't allow no animals in the lockup. We'll
take him to the farm."

The dog made friends at once, and seemed particularly fond of Alice.
She was patting him, when she happened to turn his collar around. A
brass plate came into view and as the girl read something on it she
uttered a cry of surprise.

"Look!" she exclaimed. "This is the lost dog!"

"What lost dog?" asked Russ.

"Don't you remember--the one Mrs. Delamont lost when we were in the
wreck, coming up here. See, there is his name--Rex III. We have found
him for her. How glad she will be!"

"You're right!" exclaimed Paul, after examining the collar. "Here are
the initials 'H. A. D.' Weren't those hers?" he asked of Ruth.

"Yes, I have her name and address," replied the girl. "We must send
her word at once."

"I don't understand how the man got the dog," observed Russ.

"He might have been at the scene of the wreck, and when he saw the
chance he slipped into the baggage car and took Rex," explained
Paul. "I suppose he'll tell about that, if he ever confesses. It's a
queer business all around."

The fine dog seemed to like his new friends, and skipped and frisked
about them as they went back to Oak Farm. And there the dog made his
home, though it would not be for long, since Mrs. Delamont would be
sure to send for her prize pet when she learned where he was.

"Oh, but I shall hate to let you go!" cried Alice, as she put her
arms about the neck of Rex.

"Well, I hope there won't be no more interruptions or delays,"
remarked Mr. Pertell the next day. "We must get that barn-burning
film sure, for I have some other plans to carry out, with winter
coming on."

"You don't mean to say you're going to keep on in this moving picture
business all winter, do you?" asked Mr. Sneed.

"I certainly do," remarked the manager.

"Well, all I've got to say is that we'll freeze to death,