"Run down this passage, Bill," called Grant. "Get all those fellows. Evans, you call the first level; I'll skin down this rope to the men below." In an instant, as the men were flying on their errands, his red head disappeared down the rope into the darkness. At the bottom of the hoist in the third level Grant found forty or fifty men at work. They were startled to see him come down without waiting for the bucket to go up and he called breathlessly as his feet touched the earth: "Boys, there's a fire above on the next level--I don't know how bad it is; but it looks bad to me. They may get it out with a hose from the main bottom--if they've got hose there that will reach any place." "Let's go up," cried one of the men. As they started toward him, Grant threw up his hand. "Hold on now, boys--hold on. The fans will be blowing that fire down this air shaft in a few minutes. How far up have you got the ladders?" he asked. Some one answered: "Still twelve feet shy." There was a scramble for the buckets, but no one offered to man the windlass and hoist them up the air shaft. Grant was only a carpenters' boss. The men around the buckets were miners. But he called: "Get out of there, Hughey and Mike--none of that. We must make that ladder first--get some timbers--put the rungs three feet apart, and work quick." He pointed at the timbers to be used for the ladders, stepped to the windlass and cried: "Here, Johnnie--you got no family--get hold of this windlass with me. Ready now--family men first--you, Sam--you, Edwards--you, Lewellyn." Then he bent to the wheel and the men in the bucket started up the shaft. The others pounded at the ladder, and those who could find no work clambered up the stairs to the bottom of the gap that separated them from the second level. As the men in the buckets were nearly up to the second level, where the hoist stopped, Grant heard one of them call: "Hurry, hurry--here she comes," and a second later a hot, smoky wind struck his face and he knew the fan was turned again and soon would be blowing fire down the air course. The men had the ladder almost finished. The men above on the stairs smelled the smoke and began yelling. The bucket reached the top and was started down. Grant looked up the air shaft and saw the fire--little flickering flames lighting up the shaft near the second level. The air rushing down was smoky and filled with sparks. The ladder was ready and the men made a rush with it up the stairway. Most of their lamps were put out and it was dark in the stairway. The men were uttering hysterical, foolish cries as they rushed upward in their panic. The ladder jolting against the sides of the chamber knocked the men off their feet and there was tumbling and swearing and tripping and struggling. Grant grabbed the ladder from the men and held it above his head, and called out: "You men go up there in order. You'll not get the ladder till you straighten up."