“They won’t be able to get any more stuff out now!”
“We were just in time,” remarked Matt, with a shiver. “Supposing we had been in there when that flooring, with all the burning hay and those sleighs that were stored there, came down!”
“We ought to be very thankful, not only for that, but for being able to save our wagon and our horse. If they had been burned up we would have been next door to beggars!”
“By the way, where is Billy?” cried Matt. “I don’t see him anywhere around.”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
“Stay here with the wagon and I’ll hunt him up,” replied Matt; and he started off without further delay.
The alleyway had now become so choked up with vehicles, horses, and people that it was with great difficulty that he fought his way through the dense 66 mass out to the next street. Once here, he looked up and down for the horse, but could see nothing of him.
“Did you see anything of a brown and white horse around here?” he asked of a stable-hand standing near.
“Yes; just saw him gallop up the street,” was the reply. “You had better jump on a horse-car if you want to catch him.”
“You saw him run clean out of sight, then?”