A chorus of shrieks arose from
those in the car.
"Well, there's your drink, Betty," grinned Bob, assisting the girls
to crowd on to the one seat, for the floor was soaked with ice-cold
water. "And here come your firemen--maybe they'll have better luck."
Some of the firemen went to the third floor and others obeyed orders
to stay on the second.
"I'd say knock 'er down," said the grizzled old fire chief after a
careful inspection of the wedged car. "We'll fix it up to break the
fall. And, anyway, a drop from the third to the basement would not be
dangerous."
But the occupants of the elevator protested vigorously against this
plan. They made it quite clear that they had had all the "drop" they
wanted for that day, and some of them intimated that they preferred
to spend the night there rather than be experimented with.
"Women is like that," they heard the fire chief confide sadly to his
lieutenant. "You can't reason with 'em. Well, we'll have to dope out
another scheme."
After a consultation, it was proposed, via the chiefs voice which
had a carrying quality that was famous throughout the city, to let a
ladder down from the third floor, have a fireman chop a hole in the
top of the car, and assist the prisoners up the ladder to safety.
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