"Teddy!" he called, the words choked back into his throat by the suffocating smoke.
"Wow! Get me out of here. I'm—I'm," then the lad went off into a violent fit of coughing.
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.