"Oh, look! look!" cried Landy.
There was no need of his saying this, because everyone near by had been watching that window eagerly, and no doubt saw what was happening just as quickly as the fat boy did; but then Landy was so worked up with excitement that he could not restrain himself.
Yes, Ty was there in full sight again. This time he was leaning from the window, and seemed to be holding something in his arms.
"Hold on there, Ty," shouted Ted, feeling a thrill of horror, as he fancied his fellow scout must be about to heave the poor little innocent darling from that second story window, in the hope of somebody catching it before it could reach the ground. "Give uth a thanthe to get under firtht."
"Yes, hold your horses, old fellow!" panted Landy, as he started forward with outstretched arms.
But, singular to say, Ty seemed to pay little or no attention to their demands; though Elmer was sure he could see a broad grin on the blackened face of the one who leaned out of the window to get away from the smoke.
"Here, take your baby, little girl!" he shouted hoarsely, as he began to lower away on a strange rope, which Elmer decided he must have made by tearing a sheet into long strips, and tying these together.
Something came down, foot by foot—something that struggled, and made frantic attempts at getting free from the encircling rope.
"Wow! it's a pup!" shrieked the astonished Landy.