“It’s too late,” said the physician. “He’s dead.”
Something like a groan went up from the unfortunate fellow’s comrades. It was quickly succeeded by a cheer, however, as another man was brought out. This one was very much alive.
“Be jabbers, b’ys!” he exclaimed, in jolly Irish accents, “it was a hot place ye took me from, more power t’ ye!” and, wiggling out of the hold of his rescuers, the fireman began dancing a jig in the light of the flames.
In quick succession half a dozen more were taken out. There were no more dead bodies, but several of the men were badly hurt, and were hurried off to the hospitals. Larry got their names from other firemen, and jotted them down.
CHAPTER VII
LARRY HAS AN OFFER
The young reporter had almost forgotten about his narrow escape, so anxious was he to get a good account of the fire, when he was surprised to hear a voice at his side saying:
“Are you trying to get all the good stories that happen?”
Larry looked up, and saw Mr. Newton.
“Golly, but I’m glad to see you!” said Larry.
“What’s this I hear about you nearly getting caught under a wall?” asked Mr. Newton. “A policeman told me.”