While Rod lay in a dreamless sleep, which is the best and safest of remedies for every ill, mental or physical, that human flesh is heir to, a wrecking train arrived from New York.  With it came a doctor, who was at once taken to the farm-house.  He first looked at the sleeping lad, but would not allow him to be wakened, then he turned his attention to the victims of the disaster, whose poor maimed bodies were so sadly in need of his soothing skill.

During the long hours of the night, while the doctor was busy with his human wrecks, the gang of experienced workmen who had come by the same train, was rapidly clearing the wreck of cars from the tracks and putting them in order for a speedy resumption of traffic.  The wrecking train to which they belonged was made up of a powerful locomotive and three cars.  The first of these was an immensely strong and solid flat, supporting a small derrick, which was at the same time so powerful as to be capable of lifting enormous weights.  Besides the derrick and its belongings the flat carried only a few spare car trucks.

Next to it came a box-car, filled with timber ends for blocking, hawsers, chains, ropes, huge single-, double-, and treble-blocks, iron clamps, rods and bolts, frogs, sections of rail, heavy tarpaulins for the protection of valuable freight, and a multitude of other like supplies, all so neatly arranged as to be instantly available.

Last, and most interesting of all, came the tool-car, which was divided by partitions into three rooms.  Of these, the main one was used by the members of the wrecking gang as a living-room, and was provided with bunks, a cooking-stove and utensils, and a pantry, well stocked with flour, coffee, tea, and canned provisions.  The smaller of the two end rooms contained a desk, table, chairs, stationery and electrical supplies.  It was used by the foreman of the wrecking gang, as an office in which to write his reports, and by the telegraph operator, who always accompanies a train of this description.  This operator’s first duty is to connect an instrument in his movable office with the railroad wire, which is one of the many strung on poles beside the track.  From the temporary station thus established he is in constant communication with headquarters, to which he sends all possible information concerning the wreck, and from which he receives orders.

In the tool-room at the other end of this car was kept everything that experience could suggest or ingenuity devise for handling and removing wrecked cars, freight, or locomotives.  Along the sides were ranged a score or so of jack-screws, some of them powerful enough to lift a twenty-ton weight, though worked by but one man.  There were also wrenches, axes, saws, hammers of all sizes, crowbars, torches, lanterns, drills, chisels, files, and, in fact, every conceivable tool that might be of use in an emergency.

In less than three hours after the arrival of the wrecking train at the scene of the accident on the New York and Western road, the disabled locomotive, which had lain on its side in the ditch, had been picked up and replaced on the track.  Such of the derailed cars as were not burned or crushed beyond hope of repair had also been restored to their original positions, scattered freight had been gathered up and reloaded, all inflammable debris was being burned in a great heap at one side, the tracks were repaired, and so little remained to tell of the disaster, that passengers by the next day’s trains looked in vain for its traces.

The first train to go through after the accident was Snyder Appleby’s special.  The private secretary had visited the farm-house to insist that Rod Blake should accompany him to New York; but he was met at the door by the watchful sheriff, who sternly refused to allow his sleeping charge to be awakened or in any way disturbed.

“You needn’t worry yourself about him,” said the sheriff.  “He’ll come to New York fast enough, and I’ll come with him.  We’ll hunt the Superintendent’s office as quick as we get there, and maybe you won’t be so glad to see us as you think you will.  That’s the best I can promise you, for that young fellow isn’t going to be disturbed before he gets good and ready to wake up of his own accord.  Not if I can help it, and I rather think I can.”

“Oh, well,” replied Snyder, who in the seclusion of his car had heard nothing of Rod’s brave fight.  “If he is such a tender plant that his sleep can’t be interrupted, I suppose I shall have to go on without him, for my time is too valuable to be wasted in waiting here any longer.  But I warn you, sir, that if you don’t produce the young man in our office at an early hour to-morrow morning the company will hold you personally responsible for the loss of those diamonds.”

So saying, and ordering Conductor Tobin with the other witnesses to accompany him, the self-important young secretary took his departure, filled with anger against Rod Blake, the sheriff who had constituted himself the lad’s champion, the wreck by which he had been delayed, and pretty nearly everything else that happened to cross his mind at that moment.

As for Rod, he slept so peacefully and soundly until long after sunrise, that when he awoke and gazed inquiringly about him, he was but little the worse for his thrilling experiences of the previous night.  His first question after collecting his scattered thoughts was concerning the welfare of the man for whom he had risked so much a few hours before.

“The poor fellow died soon after midnight,” replied the sheriff.  “He did not suffer, for he was unconscious to the last, but in spite of that he left you a legacy, which I believe you will consider an ample reward for your brave struggle to save him.  At any rate, I know it is one that you will value as long as you live.”