"What good could the firemen do?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Betty vaguely. "Only in Pineville the
firemen get people out of all sorts of scrapes. They can climb you
know, and they have long ladders and ropes----"
"By George, the girl is right!" The elder man looked at Betty
admiringly. "Hey, some of you who want to help! Go and 'phone the
fire department. And say, send us down some water--we're dry as dust
after this rumpus."
Half of the waiting crowd scattered to telephone to the fire
department and the other half ran for the water coolers. Their zeal
outstripped their judgment in this latter service, and the result was
an icy stream of water that poured into the car.
CHAPTER XXII
BEING RESCUED
The water struck the lady given to hysterics, and she promptly
opened her mouth and shrieked again.
"We're drowning!" she cried, her terrified mind picturing a broken
water pipe. "I tell you, we're drowning!"
"And I tell you we're not!" Betty stifled a desire to laugh as one
of the men contradicted her. "Some idiot--"
The crash of the water cooler against the top of the car as it
slipped from the hands of the person holding it interrupted his
assurance and weakened it hopelessly.
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