The man had hardly answered, when with a shrill tooting an engine came tearing along, followed by a hose-cart and a hook and ladder company.
Bob was instantly interested. He had never witnessed a fire in the city, and he was anxious to see how the thing was managed.
He followed the crowd. What was his astonishment to see the engine stop directly in front of the building in which the studio was situated.
“Back there!” cried a policeman to the crowd, while the firemen began to run a hose into the hall-way.
“Why, where is the fire?” cried Bob, in alarm.
“Upstairs,” returned a bystander.
“They say it started in a photographic place,” said another man.
Bob turned pale. They must mean Mr. Starleigh’s studio. He wondered if his employer was around.
Bob had a key to the studio. Breaking through the crowd, he dashed past the policeman on duty.
“Here—what?” demanded the officer.