"I'm looking for Jarvis. You—you haven't found him, have you?"
"No. Is he hurt?"
"I think so."
"That's too bad," muttered the ambulance surgeon, returning to his work of dressing the wounds of those who had been burned.
Rush went on, asking every one he met if they had seen Jarvis. No one had. Foley, Kalinski, all denied having seen the boy. Steve was perplexed. By this time the smoke cloud began to grow thinner and more transparent. One could see fully half way across the shop. As the cloud lifted, all became clear. The place looked as if it had been in the grip of a cyclone, though the damage was not nearly as great as had at first appeared.
"Who is killed?" asked Rush.
"No one, so far as I know," answered the man addressed.
"Have you seen Bob Jarvis anywhere about?"
"Don't know him. Who is he?"