"Open it!" she screamed, for the smell of smoke had reached her on the
outside.

Without waiting for an answer, or for those at hand to act, Dorothy
jumped to a seat and grasped the bell rope.

At that moment the door gave in to Tavia's pulling, and she fell
headlong out into the aisle with the baby in her arms.

The train stopped, and brakemen were now running through the cars in
search of the trouble. Passengers had broken the tool boxes and were
fighting the spreading flames with hand grenades and portable
extinguishers. Fainting women called for attention--among these being
Lily's mother.

Tavia was now lifted to a seat, and Dorothy had called into her ears
that the baby was safe--she was not even scratched!

But Tavia was not so fortunate, for an ugly red mark showed where the
tongue of fire scorched her, and her hair--

One side was entirely burned off!

Dorothy's heart sank as she noticed the loss, but it was nothing, of
course, compared to what might have happened to the baby.

The excitement in the rear of the car had, by this time subsided
somewhat, showing that the flames were extinguished. Lily, safe and
uninjured, sat in her mother's lap--no danger of her getting away again