By this time two others, braver than the rest, had climbed in
through the window.
"Where are they all?" called a voice.
"I don't know. You'll have to hunt for them. I'm after you,
Teddy.
Are you held down by something, too?"
"The whole car's on me, and I'm burning up."
Phil, guided by the boy's voice, groped his way along and soon
found his hands gripped by those of his little companion.
"Where are you fast?"
"My feet!"
It proved an easy matter to liberate Teddy and drag him to the
window, where Phil dumped him out.
Mr. Sparling had climbed in by this time, and the wrecking crew
were thundering at the roof to let the smoke and flames out,
while others had crawled in with their fire extinguishers.
There were now quite a number of brave men in the car all working
with desperate haste to rescue the imprisoned circus people.
"All out!" bellowed the foreman of the wrecking crew. "The roof
will be down in a minute!"
"All out!" roared Mr. Sparling, himself making a dash for
a window.
Others piled out with a rush, the flames gaining very rapid
headway now.
"Phil! Phil! Where's Forrest?" called Mr. Sparling.
"He isn't here. Maybe--"
"Then he's in that car.
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