Part 37 (1/2)

The constable stepped aside, and nodded gravely. The Captain pa.s.sed the line, but Gillie was pounced upon as if he had been a mouse and the constable a cat.

”_He_ belongs to me,” cried the Captain, turning back on hearing Gillie's yell of despair.

The boy was released, and both flew down the Court, on the pavement of which the snake-like water-hose lay spirting at its seams.

”It's in the cabin,” said the Captain, in a low deep voice, as he dashed into the Court, where a crowd of firemen were toiling with cool, quiet, yet tremendous energy. No crowd interrupted them here, save the few frantic inhabitants of the Court, who were screaming advice and doing nothing; but no attention whatever was paid to them. A foreman of the brigade stood looking calmly upwards engaged in low-toned conversation with a brother fireman, as if they were discussing theories of the picturesque and beautiful with special application to chimney-cans, clouds of smoke, and leaping tongues of fire.

Immense engine power had been brought to bear, and one of the gigantic floating-engines of the Thames had got near enough to shower tons of water over the buildings, still it was a matter of uncertainty whether the fire could be confined to the Court where it had originated.

The result of the foreman's quiet talk was that the brother-fireman suddenly seized a nozzle from a comrade, and made a dash at the door leading up to ”the cabin.” Flames and smoke drove him back instantly.

It was at this moment that Captain Wopper came on the scene. Without a moment's hesitation he rushed towards the same door. The foreman seized his arm.

”It's of no use, sir, you can't do it.”

The Captain shook him off and sprang in. A few seconds and he rushed out choking, scorched, and with his eyes starting almost out of their sockets.

”It is of no use, sir,” remonstrated the foreman, ”besides, the people have all bin got out, I'm told.”

”No, they 'aven't,” cried Mrs White, coming up at the moment, frantically wringing the last article of linen on which she had been professionally engaged, ”Mrs Roby's there yet.”

”All right, sir,” said the foreman, with that quiet comforting intonation which is peculiar to men of power, resource, and self-reliance, ”come to the back. The escape will be up immediately.

It couldn't get down the Court, owin' to some masonry that was piled there, and had to be sent round.”

Quick to understand, the Captain followed the fireman, and reached the back of the house, on the riverside, just as the towering head of the escape emerged from a flanking alley.

”This way. The small window on the right at the top--so.”

The ladder was barely placed when the Captain sprang upon it and ran up as, many a time before, he had run up the shrouds of his own vessel. A cheer from the crowd below greeted this display of activity, but it was changed into a laugh when the Captain, finding the window shut and bolted, want into the room head first, carrying frame and gla.s.s along with him! Divesting himself of the uncomfortable necklace, he looked hastily round. The smoke was pretty thick, but not sufficiently so to prevent his seeing poor Mrs Roby lying on the floor as if she had fallen down suffocated.

”Cheer up, old la.s.s,” he cried, kneeling and raising her head tenderly.

”Is that you, Cappen?” said the old woman, in a weak voice.

”Come, we've no time to lose. Let me lift you; the place is all alight.

I thought you was choked.”

”Choked! oh dear, no,” replied the old woman, ”but I've always heard that in a fire you should keep your face close to the ground for air-- Ah! gently, Cappen, dear!”

While she was speaking, the Captain was getting her tucked under his strong right arm. He could have whisked her on his shoulder in a moment, but was afraid of her poor old bones, and treated her as if she had been a fragile China tea-cup of great value.

Next moment he was out on the escape, and reached the ground amid ringing cheers. He carried her at once to the nearest place of safety, and, committing her to the care of Mrs White, rushed back to the scene of conflagration just as they were about to remove the escape.

”Stop!” shouted the Captain, springing on it.

”There's n.o.body else up, is there?” cried a fireman, as the Captain ran up.

”No, n.o.body.”