"I've got her!" yelled Mr. Piper, as she bobbed up a moment later, and he hauled her aboard.
"Now you're all right, little one," he said, soothingly, as he cuddled her in his arms. "We'll take care of you."
"We'll have to get out of here," shouted the manager. "It is getting too hot!"
They had drifted in close to a burning house—so close, in fact, that blazing brands fell on the deck of the boat. But they were quickly extinguished by Joe. Blake continued to grind away at the camera, getting a series of remarkable pictures of the burning houses in the flood.
The small boats, having taken their loads of refugees to safety, returned to continue the work, and the Clytie was steered on down the row of houses to where others were waiting to be saved.
Dwelling after dwelling was emptied of its occupants, and soon the motor boat was laden to the limit of safety.
"We'll take 'em to high ground, and come back!" said the manager, as he turned the bow of the craft up a side street, that led to the hills back of the town.
They went in as near shore as was safe, and then those whom our friends had saved were
