The Third Alarm: A Story of the New York Fire DepartmentFord, James L. (James Lauren)
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The Third Alarm: A Story of the New York Fire Department
Ford, James L. (James Lauren)
Fire fighters -- New York (State) -- New York -- Juvenile fiction; New York (N.Y.). Fire Department -- Juvenile fiction
But remarkable things sometimes do happen in real life, and now, just as
both engines were slowing down, while their captains looked anxiously
about them as if in search of something, Bruce saw a grin of delight
chase the clouds from Captain Murphy’s face, and then a sharp word of
command caused the driver to come to a sudden stop close to the curb,
and there stood Mr. Peter Dewsnap leaning carelessly on an ash barrel
and waving his hand to Captain Murphy. In an instant the barrel was
lifted from the sidewalk and hurled into the street, and then Bruce saw
to his surprise that it had been placed over the hydrant for which both
captains were looking, and all at once he realized that Mr. Dewsnap, who
was a particular friend of Captain Murphy’s, had placed it there and
mounted guard over it in order to prevent the other company from getting
their stream on first. Captain Baker saw through the game, but just too
late, for before he could reach the spot the engineer had his coupling
attached and the men were beginning to stretch hose.
“You stay with the tender until I send for you!” cried Captain Murphy,
as he disappeared through the crowd.
CHAPTER XVII.
It was the first dangerous fire that Bruce had ever witnessed, and,
having tied the horses to a convenient tree, he climbed up on the tender
in order to get a good view of what was going on.
A slight blaze had started in some cotton waste in a five-story brick
building used for manufacturing purposes, and by the time the firemen
arrived the smoke was pouring out of the upper windows in dense clouds,
while the workmen and women were escaping, bareheaded, to the street,
many of them coming through the big door on the ground floor, while
others, in their anxiety to save themselves, came crashing through the
lower windows and jumped to the sidewalk, heedless of the flying
splinters of glass. The fire-escape, a series of iron balconies
connected by ladders, was by this time crowded with frightened women
making the best of their way to the ground, and it seemed to Bruce’s
excited mind that the whole building must be full of human beings and
that many of them would inevitably perish before aid could reach them.
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