"Yes. Put too much water on. Bang!" exclaimed Ignatz, striking a dramatic attitude.
"Then he is surely killed or badly injured. Run, Ignatz! Find him. Don't you come back here until you have."
"Ignatz find him," answered the Pole, darting back into the building, from which a dense cloud of smoke was rolling through the crevices in the roof and from the doors and windows.
No sooner had Brodsky left him than Steve pulled himself up and peered out. There was no one in sight, so he slipped from the ambulance. He was barely able to stand alone, and for a moment clung to a rear wheel of the wagon for support.
The boy's burns hurt him so that he winced. Every movement made him want to groan, but he shut his lips tightly together and by sheer force of will pulled himself up.
"I'm going in to look for Bob," he muttered, starting unsteadily for the door of the mill.
The smoke was still so thick that Rush could not make out much of anything. He staggered along until he reached the spot where the explosion had occurred. There he found the accident man gathering his facts.
"Hello, Rush! You're hurt, aren't you?"
"Not much."