‘No, it’s the coat factory next door,’ he answered hurredly. ‘’Twouldn’t
be so much of a blaze if they could get the fire company here to put it
out before it gets headway; but it’s one o’ those blind fires that’s been
sizzling away inside the walls for an hour. The folks didn’t know they
was afire till a girl ran in and told ’em—your Lisa it was,—and they
didn’t believe her at first; but it warn’t a minute before the flames
burst right through the plastering in half a dozen places to once. I
tell you they just dropped everything where it was and run for their
lives. There warn’t but one man on the premises, and he was such a
blamed fool he wasted five minutes trying to turn the alarm into the
letter-box on the lamp-post, ’stead of the right one alongside. I’m
going home for some tools—Hullo! there’s the flames coming through one
corner o’ the roof; that’s the last o’ the factory, I guess; but it ain’t
much loss, any way; it’s a regular sweatin’-shop. They’ll let it go now,
and try to save the buildings each side of it—that’s what they’ll do.’
That is what they were doing when Mary and Rhoda broke away from the
voluble locksmith in the middle of his discourse and neared the scene of
excitement. The firemen had not yet come, though it was rumoured that a
detachment was on the way. All the occupants of the tenement house were
taking their goods and chattels out—running down the narrow stairways
with feather-beds, dropping clocks and china ornaments from the windows,
and endangering their lives by crawling down the fire-escapes with small
articles of no value. Men were scarce at that hour in that locality, but
there was a good contingent of small shopkeepers and
gentlemen-of-steady-leisure, who were on the roof pouring-water over wet
blankets and comforters and carpets. A crazy-looking woman in the fourth
story kept dipping a child’s handkerchief in and out of a bowl of water
and wrapping it about a tomato-can with a rosebush planted in it.
Another, very much intoxicated, leaned from her window, and, regarding
the whole matter as an agreeable entertainment, called down humorous
remarks and ribald jokes to the oblivious audience. There was an
improvised hook-and-ladder company pouring water where it was least
needed, and a zealous self-appointed commanding officer who did nothing
but shout contradictory orders; but as nobody obeyed them, and every man
did just as he was inclined, it did not make any substantial difference
in the result.
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