Without an instant's hesitation Phil, as he came up alongside,
raised a foot, smashing out the remaining pieces of glass in
a window. Then he plunged in head first.
The spectators groaned.
"Dimples! Dimples!" he shouted. "Are you alive?"
"Yes, here. Be quick! I'm pinned down!"
Phil rushed to her assistance. Her legs were pinioned beneath
a heavy timber. Phil attacked it desperately, tugging and
grunting, the perspiration rolling down his face, for the heat
in there was now almost more than he could bear.
With a mighty effort he wrenched the timber from the prostrate
woman, then quickly gathered her up in his arms.
"I knew you'd come, Phil, if you were alive," she breathed,
her head resting on his shoulder.
"Do you know where Teddy is?" he asked, plunging through the
blinding smoke to the window where voices already were calling
to him.
"At the other end--I think," she choked.
The lad passed her out to waiting arms.
"Come out! Come out of that!" bellowed the stentorian voice of
Mr. Sparling. But Phil had turned back.
"Teddy!" he called, the words choked back into his throat by the
suffocating smoke.
"Wow! Get me out of here. I'm--I'm," then the lad went off into
a violent fit of coughing.
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