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The amateur firemen.
AndIsays,saysI,‘CauseIthoughtshe’dlookfust-rate,’saysI,‘andIthinksostill.’An’hesays,‘DEWyer?Thenyecanjustpayforthebloomin’paintyerself,’sayshe.An’I‘adto,too."Amurmurofsympathyranroundtheroom.BreakingnoisilyinonitcameBobbie.Sheburstopentheswingdoor—cryingbreathlessly:—
"Bill!IwantBilltheBargeman."
Therewasastupefiedsilence.Potsofbeerwereheldinmid-air,paralysedontheirwaytothirstymouths.
"Oh,"saidBobbie,seeingthebargewomanandmakingforher."Yourbargecabin’sonfire.Goquickly."
Thewomanstartedtoherfeet,andputabigredhandtoherwaist,ontheleftside,whereyourheartseemstobewhenyouarefrightenedormiserable.
"ReginaldHorace!"shecriedinaterriblevoice;"myReginaldHorace!"
"Allright,"saidBobbie,"ifyoumeanthebaby;gothimoutsafe.Dog,too."Shehadnobreathformore,except,"Goon—it’sallalight."
Thenshesankontheale-housebenchandtriedtogetthatbreathofreliefafterrunningwhichpeoplecallthe‘secondwind.’Butshefeltasthoughshewouldneverbreatheagain.
BilltheBargeeroseslowlyandheavily.Buthiswifewasahundredyardsuptheroadbeforehehadquiteunderstoodwhatwasthematter.
