I am
going out in the smoker presently, to enjoy a cigar. I would advise
you to study it while I am gone, and when I come back I'll explain
anything that you can't understand."
"Thank you, I will."
"Just look to my bag while I am gone, will you?" continued Mr. Joyce,
as he arose. When alone, Richard became absorbed in the map at once.
On and on sped the train, now running faster than ever. But Richard
took no notice. He was deep in the little volume, trying his best to
memorize the names of the streets and their locations.
"It's not a very regular city," he sighed. "Streets run in all
directions, and some of them are as crooked as a ram's horn. If I
ever--"
A sudden jar at this instant caused Richard to pitch forward from his
seat. Then, before he realized what had happened, the car tilted, and
then turned completely over on its side.
CHAPTER V.
THE SMASH-UP.
Richard was bewildered and alarmed by what had happened. As the car
went over upon the side nearest to which he was sitting, he fell down
between the windows, with his head resting upon the bundle-holder,
that a moment before had been over him.
His own valise and that belonging to Mr. Joyce came down on top of
him, and as both were heavy, they knocked the breath completely out
of him.
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