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16 The Fire

           GingertoldmeafterwardthatwhinnywasthebestthingIcouldhavedoneforher,forhadshenotheardmeoutsideshewouldneverhavehadcouragetocomeout.

           Therewasmuchconfusionintheyard;thehorsesbeinggotoutofotherstables,andthecarriagesandgigsbeingpulledoutofhousesandsheds,lesttheflamesshouldspreadfurther.Ontheothersidetheyardwindowswerethrownup,andpeoplewereshoutingallsortsofthings;butIkeptmyeyefixedonthestabledoor,wherethesmokepouredoutthickerthanever,andIcouldseeflashesofredlight;presentlyIheardaboveallthestiranddinaloud,clearvoice,whichIknewwasmaster’s:

           “JamesHoward!JamesHoward!Areyouthere?”Therewasnoanswer,butIheardacrashofsomethingfallinginthestable,andthenextmomentIgavealoud,joyfulneigh,forIsawJamescomingthroughthesmokeleadingGingerwithhim;shewascoughingviolently,andhewasnotabletospeak.

           “Mybravelad!”saidmaster,layinghishandonhisshoulder,“areyouhurt?”

           Jamesshookhishead,forhecouldnotyetspeak.

           “Ay,”saidthebigmanwhoheldme;“heisabravelad,andnomistake.”

           “Andnow,”saidmaster,“whenyouhavegotyourbreath,James,we’llgetoutofthisplaceasquicklyaswecan,”andweweremovingtowardtheentry,whenfromthemarket-placetherecameasoundofgallopingfeetandloudrumblingwheels.

           “’Tisthefire-engine!thefire-engine!”shoutedtwoorthreevoices,“standback,makeway!”andclatteringandthunderingoverthestonestwohorsesdashedintotheyardwithaheavyenginebehindthem.

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