Mr. Sparling had climbed in by this time, and the wrecking crew were thundering at the roof to let the smoke and flames out, while others had crawled in with their fire extinguishers.
There were now quite a number of brave men in the car all working with desperate haste to rescue the imprisoned circus people.
"All out!" bellowed the foreman of the wrecking crew. "The roof will be down in a minute!"
"All out!" roared Mr. Sparling, himself making a dash for a window.
Others piled out with a rush, the flames gaining very rapid headway now.
"Phil! Phil! Where's Forrest?" called Mr. Sparling.
"He isn't here. Maybe—"
"Then he's in that car. 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?"