And then she gave a cry of joy at the sound of a voice somewhere amid the mass beneath,
“Ruth! Ruth! Is that you and the children in that car?”
“Yes, Frank,” came back the steady answer.
“Are you hurt?” he cried, with breathless intensity.
“I think not,” she replied, cheerfully.
“Thank God!” she heard his deep voice burst out with trembling fervour.
“Have you seen Kate?” he called.
“Yes; she is here.”
“Come, get out of there quick. You will be burned to death!” he shouted. “Hand the children to me and then swing down—I can catch you, one at a time.”
She held the boy’s hands and dropped him in his father’s arms, then swung Lucy through and saw her clasp his neck and kiss him. She helped Kate hold and swing down into his arms. And when she felt him tremble at the touch of her own petite figure her arms tightened about his neck, she kissed him and whispered: