CHAPTER XXVI
MONTY RECEIVES CALLERS
“Hi! There’s someone at a window around there!”
The small junior dashed excitedly into the group at the front of the burning house, his voice shrill above the noise of the conflagration. A dozen questions met him. The crowd thronged in his wake.
“He’s up there!” shrilled the boy. “Where the ladder is. Look! See him?”
“There’s two of them!” someone shouted. “Help!”
“I’ve got a fellow here to be carried down,” came a voice from the window. “He’s unconscious. Send a fireman, will you? It’s getting thick up here.” The voice sounded faint and hoarse. Those below could now make out two forms at the open casement, one leaning out over the sill and the other lying across it, his head hanging limply. Reassurance came from a dozen throats and several fellows dashed at top speed in search of assistance. Then a boy pushed his way to the foot of the ladder.
“Is that you, Monty?” he called anxiously.
“Yes. Don’t come up, Leon. It’s a job for a fireman.”
“Who is he?”
“Standart,” croaked Monty. “I found him—in the hall.”