Larry asked several more questions, getting the name of the rescued ones, and the location of the house. He wrote the incident up as well as he could on some paper he procured from the hotel clerk.
“What’s this?” asked Mr. Newton, when he came in half an hour later, and Larry handed him the sheets.
“Just a little something I picked up around the hotel, and thought might go in the story,” replied the boy.
“Good for you!” exclaimed the reporter. “You’re the kind of a helper to have. Did you arrange about the telegraph?”
Larry repeated what the operator had said, and then Mr. Newton started to write his story. He used what Larry had given him, fixing it up a bit, and soon had quite a batch of stuff ready to be telegraphed. Larry took it over to the office, and, while he was gone, Mr. Newton continued to write. By the time Larry returned the reporter had another batch ready.
“There,” he said as he rubbed his aching fingers, “I guess that will be enough for to-day unless something breaks loose. Now, after you come back from the office, we’ll have dinner.”
During the afternoon Mr. Newton and Larry walked about the town. The reporter wanted to familiarize himself with the location of various buildings so if the place was swept away he would be able to write intelligently about it.
Toward evening they paid another visit to the dam. They found a bigger crowd than ever at it, and there was a group of men with lanterns walking about.
“What’s going on?” asked Mr. Newton of a man who stood near.
“Going to try dynamite,” said the man.