The emergency-passage was filling with smoke. The men were coughing and gasping. Up and down the stairs men called: "Brace up, that's right." "Red's right." "We'll all go if we don't straighten up." In a moment there was some semblance of order, and Grant wormed his way to the top holding the ladder above him. He put one end of it on a landing and nailed the foot of the ladder to the landing floor. Then he stood on the landing, a great, powerful man with blazing eyes, and called down: "Now come; one at a time, and if any man crowds I'll kill him. Come on--one at a time." One came and went up; when he was on the third rung of the ladder, Grant let another man pass up, and so three men were on the ladder. As the top man raised the trapdoor above, Grant and those upon the ladder could see the flames and a great gust of smoke poured down. The man at the top hesitated. On the other side of the partition in the air chute the smoke was pouring and the fire was circling the top of the emergency escape through which the men must pass. "Go ahead or jump down," yelled Grant. Those on the ladder and on the landing who could see up cried: "Quick, for God's sake! Hurry!" And in another second the first man had scrambled through the hole, letting the trapdoor fall upon the head of the scrambling man just under him. He fell, but Grant caught him, and shoved him into the next turn upon the ladder. After that they learned to lift their hands up and catch the trapdoor, but they could see the flames burning the timbers and dropping sparks and blowing smoke down the emergency shaft. Ten men went up; the fire in the flume along the stairs below them was beginning to whip through the board partition. The fan was pumping the third level full of smoke; it was carried out of the stairway by the current. But the men were calling below. Little Ira Dooley tried to go around Grant ahead of his turn at the ladder. The cheater felt the big man's hand catch him and hold him. The men below saw Grant hit the cheater upon the point of the jaw and throw him half conscious under the ladder. The men climbed steadily up. Twenty-five went through the trapdoor into the unknown hell raging above. Again and again the ladder emptied itself, as the flames in the shaft grew longer, and the circle of fire above grew broader. The men passed through the trapdoor with scorching clothes.