Would no one help him to get his
animals out? There was a great deal of confused language Some voices
shouted, "Look after the people first Let the animals go." And others
said, "For shame. Get the horses out." But no one seemed to do anything,
for the Italian went on crying for help, I heard a number of people who
were standing near us say that it had just been found out that several
persons who had been sleeping in the top of the hotel had not got out.
They said that at one of the top windows a poor housemaid was shrieking
for help. Here in the street we could see no one at the upper windows,
for smoke was pouring from them.
The air was very hot and heavy, and I didn't wonder that Charlie
Montague felt ill. He would have fallen on the ground if Mr. Morris
hadn't taken him in his arms, and carried him out of the crowd. He put
him down on the brick sidewalk, and unfastened his little shirt, and
left me to watch him, while he held his hands under a leak in a hose
that was fastened to a hydrant near us. He got enough water to dash on
Charlie's face and breast, and then seeing that the boy was reviving, he
sat down on the curbstone and took him on his knee, Charlie lay in his
arms and moaned.
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