An instant later he saw a number of people running toward him, and he came to a halt.
“I guess I can’t get down there,” thought the boy. “I wonder where Mr. Newton is?”
At that moment he saw the reporter coming toward him on the run.
“Go back! Go back!” cried Mr. Newton. “The waters are rising fast!”
“Did the dam break?” asked Larry, wanting to make sure.
“Of course. A big hole right in the middle. Fortunately a part of it held, or the flood would be so sudden that we would have had trouble in getting away. But come on.”
“Where are we going?” asked Larry.
“Back to the hotel,” replied Mr. Newton. “We’ll be safe there. I want to get a line off to the paper.”
“You’ll have to hurry,” said the boy. “The telegraph operator said if the dam broke he’d have to leave.”
“Wait, and I’ll scribble a line now,” said the reporter. He hastily wrote something on a piece of paper, addressed it to the Leader, and gave it to Larry.