“Doing all right. We sent him to St. John’s Hospital.”
“And who brought me out of the building?”
“Oh, one of the boys,” the rescue squad man answered carelessly. “The heat got you.”
“Something hit me like a ton of bricks,” grinned Flash. “Well, I’m glad just to be alive. How long have I been out?”
“Only a few minutes.”
Flash scrambled to his feet and stood supported by the other man.
“Feel okay now?”
“I’m still groggy, but my head is clearing. I must rush my pictures back to the Ledger office.”
With a few hasty words of thanks, he gathered up his equipment, and started for the corner where he could catch a taxi. The apartment building had fallen, and the fire companies were playing their hose in full streams upon the adjoining building. It, too, might eventually go, but the coal yards would be saved.
As he strode into the Ledger building, the elevator man stared at him.