A gasp of suspense went up as Dave slowly went down.
Many in the street uttered a silent prayer—-for heroes are ever dear to the multitude.
Dave's task now was more dangerous than Dick's original undertaking had been.
The smoke was rolling up with ever increasing density.
"I'll close one eye, and save that to see Dick with," Darrin muttered grimly to himself.
So, with one eye closed tightly, Dave yet knew when the instant came to swing in and stand on the sill.
Opening the closed eye, Darrin sought to peer into the studio.
Such a gust of smoke came out at him that Darrin very nearly lost his balance from dizziness.
"I can't see a blessed thing in there," Dave muttered. So he sprang inside.
Now, quickly enough Dave stumbled over the prostrate figure of his unconscious comrade.