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'Lish Davis rose to his feet and cried in reply:

                "He's got his head again, and appears to be all right!"

               At that moment some one stepped to the side of the wagon and asked the driver:


                "Shall we send an ambulance?"

                "I reckon he'll get along without it, Chief. It's only the reg'lar dose, as nigh as I can make out."

                "How did he happen to be here instead of at headquarters?"


                "It was his day off, owing to being a witness in an arson case, and he'd come up to the house to visit us."

                "We shall have to put him in a straight-jacket until he is taken on as a fireman, else something serious may
               happen. This would be a case for a medal if he belonged to the Department."


                "That's what he does, Chief. He comes as nigh being one of Ninety-four's men as I am, and if it so be a medal
               belongs to him, we'll see he gets it."

               Seth heard, but did not understand this conversation.

               He knew it was one of the battalion chiefs who had been talking with Mr. Davis, and it was enough for him
               that his name had been spoken in a friendly tone.

               The driver leaned over him once more, and asked almost tenderly:

                "Will I send you up to the house, Amateur?"


                "Can't I stay till Ninety-four pulls out?"

                "Well, of all gluttons, you're the worst!" 'Lish Davis cried as if in delight.  "Dosed 'way up till you can hardly
               wink, and yet wanting to hold on to the last! Ben Dunton is caring for the team, and I reckon you and I had
               better pull out in this 'ere hurry-up."


                "What about the fire?"

                "It's under control, though I'm allowing it'll be a full two hours before Ninety-four gets the word to leave."

               Then Davis left the boy a moment, and when he returned the patrol-wagon was driven slowly out past the
               laboring engines, through the throng of spectators, into the unobstructed streets, after which the horses were
               urged to their full speed.


                "There's no need of takin' me back, Mr. Davis. I ain't much worse than I was the time Dan an' me was burned
               out."


                "But then it needed a night's rest to put you into shape, and I'm not minded to run any risks. Ninety-four's kid
               is getting to be so near a man that we can't afford to take any chances with him."


                "Hello! Amateur in trouble again?" the house watchman asked when 'Lish Davis helped Seth into the
               building, and the driver replied proudly:
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