From the windows above came a steady stream of articles, thrown among the crowd.

A mirror struck Mr.Morris on the arm, and a whole package of clothes fell on his head and almost smothered him; but he brushed them aside and scarcely noticed them.

There was something the matter with Mr.Morris I knew by the worried sound of his voice when he spoke to any one.

I could not see his face, though it was as light as day about us, for we had got jammed in the crowd, and if I had not kept between his feet, I should have been trodden to death.

Jim, being larger than I was, had got separated from us.
Presently Mr.Morris raised his voice above the uproar, and called, "Is every one out of the hotel ?" A voice shouted back, "I'm going up to see." "It's Jim Watson, the fireman," cried some one near.