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I picked up the kid, rolled it in a blanket, grabbed brother by the arm, an' started up the stairs. "'Is the house on f-f-fire? says the boy brother. "'Yes, says I, 'it is. An' we're goin' upstairs to hunt up a fire-escape, I told him. "At the top o' the stairs I sets him down on the floor an' promises him an orange, an' then I opens the door, with the kid on my arm.
He arose to his knees, to his feet, swaying slightly, one hand pressed against his head as he stared blankly into the faces of the two men. "W-which way d-did he go?" he asked, almost stupidly. "Th-the feller w-who told 'em ter f-f-fire?" Old Hicks, his eyes filled with misery, shook his head. "Back ter the 'Independence, I reckon," he admitted. "Most o' 'em I saw started that way."
"We must rouse the captain," said I, and gazed at Guskof. He stood cowering close to the ground, and stammered, trying to say, "Th-that's th-the ene-my's . . . f-f-fire th-that's hidi ." Further he could not say a word, and I did not see how and where he disappeared so instantaneously.
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