Just then there came along one of those little incidents that sometimes turn out to have unsuspected potentialities. Perk seemed to catch it first, for he jumped up and broke loose by crying:
“Hear that, partner? The fire alarm as sure as you’re born and me, always like a little kid, crazy to run with the engine and watch the fire boys go through with their thrillin’ stunts. Come along, buddy—supper c’n wait a bit for us an’ we’ll be all the hungrier at that. Snatch up your hat an’ let’s go!”
| [1] | See “Wings Over the Rockies.” |
| [2] | See “Eagles of the Sky.” |
II
TRAPPED BY THE FLAMES
Jack seemed perfectly willing to accompany his chum, even if it did put a damper on their supper. Possibly he was like the vast majority of American youngsters in his youth, and could never resist the lure of a fire.
Accordingly they hurried down to the lower floor and dashed outside.
“Which way now, partner?” gasped Perk who was a bit short of wind after making that rush downstairs, not waiting to use the elevator. “I don’t see any glow in the sky to tell where the blaze c’n be.”
“Follow the crowd—that’s our only cue, Perk,” Jack hastened to say. “Listen to all that row—must be a fire engine heading to the spot; ought to set us right, I reckon.”