"By George, the girl is right!" The elder man looked at Betty admiringly. "Hey, some of you who want to help! Go and 'phone the fire department. And say, send us down some water—we're dry as dust after this rumpus."
Half of the waiting crowd scattered to telephone to the fire department and the other half ran for the water coolers. Their zeal outstripped their judgment in this latter service, and the result was an icy stream of water that poured into the car.
CHAPTER XXII
BEING RESCUED
The water struck the lady given to hysterics, and she promptly opened her mouth and shrieked again.
"We're drowning!" she cried, her terrified mind picturing a broken water pipe. "I tell you, we're drowning!"
"And I tell you we're not!" Betty stifled a desire to laugh as one of the men contradicted her. "Some idiot—"
The crash of the water cooler against the top of the car as it slipped from the hands of the person holding it interrupted his assurance and weakened it hopelessly. A chorus of shrieks arose from those in the car.
"Well, there's your drink, Betty," grinned Bob, assisting the girls to crowd on to the one seat, for the floor was soaked with ice-cold water. "And here come your firemen—maybe they'll have better luck."