“I saw it all, madam,” he said, “and I stopped to telephone to the hospital for the ambulance.”
“Oh, don’t ’rest us, please,” begged little Ibee. “Please, Mr. Officer, don’t arrest us. We weren’t speeding. Father couldn’t make the brakes hold!”
“Don’t you worry, little chap,” replied Chief Arrestem. “I won’t arrest any of you. Here comes Officer McStoppem on his motorcycle, just as I told him to, and in a minute we’ll have you all out from under.”
“Never mind about me,” said Ibee. “Please get poor Soami out. She’s dead, I think.”
“Quick, McStoppem,” called the chief, “help throw sand on this car to put out the fire!”
It took about ten seconds for the two officers to put the fire out, and even before that, they heard the honk! honk! of the ambulance.
“Here comes the ambulance!” cried Chief Arrestem. “Now, with the driver’s help, we’ll soon be able to lift this car.”