"We's stuck between the floors."
"Hello! Hello you, down there! Anybody hurt?" a friendly bellow came
down to them from the grating of the floor above.
A crowd had collected on each floor, having heard the screams, and
all these people now ran downstairs to get as close to the stranded
car as they could. They collected about the gate on the third floor,
and many from the street, hearing that there had been an accident,
crowded around the shaft on the second floor. They were advised that
no one was hurt and what was needed was a way of escape from the
brass cage.
"Knock a hole in the roof," some one advised cheerfully. "You can
crawl out on the top of the car and then shinny your way up to us. Or
we'll let down a rope to you."
"What'll we knock a hole in the roof with?" demanded Bob, and when
offers were made to drop an axe down to him he had difficulty in
calming the woman who had so nearly strangled Louise, and who had
visions of being accidently decapitated.
"I cain't get the doors open," announced the darky, after tinkering
vainly with them. "I reckon the lock's done got jammed. If I could
get 'em open the lil girl under the seat could shinny up the wall and
that would be one out, 'tannyrate.
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