He'll be burned alive! No one can live
five minutes in there now!"
The fire department had arrived on the scene, and the men were
running two lines of hose over the tracks.
"Phil in there?"
It was a howl--a startled howl rather than a spoken question.
The voice belonged to Teddy Tucker.
Teddy rushed through the crowd, pushing obstructors aside,
and hurled himself through the window into the burning car.
He looked more like a big, round ball than anything else.
No sooner had Tucker landed fairly inside than he uttered a yell.
"Phil!"
There was no answer.
"Where--"
Teddy went down like a flash, bowled over by a heavy stream of
water from the firemen's hose.
As it chanced he fell prone across a heap of some sort,
choking and growling with rage at what had befallen him.
"Phil!"
"Yes," answered a voice from the heap.
"I've got him!" howled Teddy, springing up and dragging the
half-dazed Phil Forrest to the window. There both boys were
hauled out, Teddy and Phil collapsing on the embankment from
the smoke that they had inhaled.
"Phil! Teddy!" begged Mr. Sparling, throwing himself
beside them.
"Get a net!" muttered Teddy, then swooned.
CHAPTER XXII
WHAT HAPPENED TO A PACEMAKER
"Find out how that car came to tumble off," were the first words
Phil uttered after they had restored him to consciousness.
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