“Why not send the monkey up?” calmly suggested the pink-eyed man.
Johnny stared at him blankly. What could the man mean? He must be a madman.
As Johnny thought of this the man began dragging a large ball of strong hempen twine from his pocket.
“Send him up with the end of this,” he said, as calmly as if he had been suggesting tying a parcel with it. At the same time he gave a sidewise nod toward Jerry, the monkey mascot of the hook and ladder company.
Instantly Johnny was at the side of the truck. Here was a chance, though a slim one.
“Did Jerry ever scale a wall?” he asked of the driver.
“Many’s the time. Guess he must’a belonged to an organ grinder.”
“Would he take the end of this to her?” asked Johnny, looking up at the window.
“Mebby. Then what?”
“We’d attach the lower end to a rope from the emergency wagon.”