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"They've just pulled out!" answered the engineer. He threw the engine into reverse, while the fireman swung on the whistle cord. Fuller sprang into the tender, climbed the wood pile and up on the box-car. The second freight was just pulling out, blocking the track. He waved and yelled to Murphy, who yanked at the whistle. The second freight stopped and waited.

Then on the tow boat." "What fare did they make you pay?" "None. I worked my way as a stoker fireman they call it out here." "No wages? Just passage and grub?" "That was all." "What have you got on your wheel house?" "I fear I don't understand." "Oh, that's river slang. You know every side-wheel steamer has a statement of her destination painted on her wheel house.

So I went out, and he introduced himself as the old lady's lawyer, told me that she was gone, and that she had, almost with her last breath, made him promise to go, the moment she was dead, and see the fireman who had saved her life, and tell him that she had left her fortune to him.

"Well, I can try," said the fireman with a grin, and turning his hose toward the crowd, gave the signal for the water, holding the nozzle at an angle slightly off the perpendicular. In a very few moments the crowd in the rear found themselves under a deluge of falling water, and immediately they took to their heels, followed as rapidly as possible by those in front.

With sparkling eyes, and red, glowing cheeks, the twins got out close to their father's lumber dock, calling their thanks to Mr. Watson. "I'll take you again, some time," he answered, as he sailed off down the lake. "Ah, ha! And so my little fat fireman had a ride in an ice-boat, did he?" cried Mr. Bobbsey that night, when he came home from the office and heard the story.

She died in his arms as he carried her to the fire-escape. The fire, for once, had won in the race for a life. While I am writing this, the morning paper that is left at my door tells the story of a fireman who, laid up with a broken ankle in an up-town hospital, jumped out of bed, forgetting his injury, when the alarm-gong rang his signal, and tried to go to the fire.

"Well, there are numerous, romantic, little spots along the trail ahead where they might stop us for an interview," said Ketchel. "I'm thinking they will be a lurking in 'Boxwood Canyon," said Bill Sheehan, the fireman.

After the fireman had dropped off to set the switch for the following train, Williams put the unconvincement into words. "That kind of sand is all right in God's country, Andy, but out here in the nearer edges of hell you got to know how to fight with pitchforks and such other tools as come handy. The new boss may be that kind of a scrapper, but he sure don't look it.

Thus embellished and interrupted, the strange tale was hardly ended, when a manly step came up the stairs, and both ladies pinched each other, and were still as mice, and in walked a fireman with a wet livery, and a face smirched with smoke.

Dodd, "the young fireman, who went and saved my husband, was my own son, my Edward; my hero; oh, I am a happy wife, a proud mother." She could say no more for tears of joy, and while she wept deliciously, Mrs. Archbold cried too, and so invigorated and refreshed her cunning, and presently she perked up and told Mrs.