“The new part is on fire!” he cried; “the new part of the mill is on fire!”
Mr. Prescott rushed to the fire alarm.
Billy kept on to the office and burst in, crying, “The new part is on fire!”
Miss King started for the door. Mr. Prescott had given her orders what to do if there ever should be a fire.
Billy himself was part way down the corridor when something in his head began to say faintly:
“Stand—by—your—job—every—minute—that—you—belong—on—it!”
Though Billy slowed down a little, he did not stop, but kept right on until he reached the door, and had one foot out.
Then the graphophone in his mind began again, a little louder than before:
“Stand—by—your—job—every—minute—that—you—belong—on—it!”
Billy drew his foot back. He felt as though he must do something, so he shut the great door. He turned and stood against it for a minute. Then he started slowly down the corridor.