“Now for life!” a comrade shouted,

“Mount this car! no more cars go!”

“Nay for life,” replied young Martin,

“Call the men at work below!”

Cried the first: “No time to tarry!

Look!—The flames!—We must not stay!”

“Time for them to close the smoke out!”

Martin cried, and rush’d away.

“Fire! fire! fire!” he shouted shrilly,

Groping down the passage dim.