by Roy J. Snell
CHAPTER VIII MAZIE AND THE TIGER
With fear in her heart Mazie again entered the burning Zoo. This was themost spectacular fire she had ever known anything about and she wasdetermined to see it through to its very end.
Giving a wide berth to three elephants who were blowing hay in air,trumpeting and threshing madly at their chains, with a gulp of pity shepassed the patient camels who, seeming resigned to their fate, stood withheads hanging low.
She shuddered as she saw the restless pacing and heard the deafening roarof lions, and started back in fear when a great black leopard leapedsquarely against the bars that held him.
The bars were strong. She saw the mad creature drop back stunned, thenshe pressed on into the room where the firemen were doing noble battlewith the flames.
"You're winning," she said to a grimy fireman. There was admiration inher tone.
"Yes," he smiled, "it'll soon be over now. But," he added, "we wouldn'thave saved the monkeys if it hadn't been for Jerry. He's a wise littlerascal."
"Jerry and--and that man," said Mazie.
"Yes; old Pinkie."
"Who is he? Do you know him?" Mazie asked eagerly.
"No, Miss, I can't just say I know him, but all of us have seen himoften. Regular fire fan. Seems like he goes to every fire that's of anyconsequence. He's a queer one. Seems to have a heart of gold, though.I've seen him risk his life to save an alley cat."
"Then he couldn't be--" Mazie suddenly cut herself short.
"Couldn't be what, Miss?"
Mazie didn't answer. "How long have you seen him around fires?" she askedinstead.
"Seems like it's been three years or more. I recall the first time. Itwas----"
"Oh! Look!" Mazie's eyes opened wide with terror. And well they might. Atall chimney, undermined by the fire, had come crashing down through theroof. It had not stopped at the roof but had come on through, crushing aniron cage where were imprisoned two royal Bengal tigers. So thoroughlymashed was the cage that it resembled a bird cage which has been steppedon by a large man.
"Look out!" Mazie screamed, as with a growl of rage and pain the largerof the two captives sprang through an opening, free!
And what of Johnny and the Chief? They had gone rushing after that manwhom Johnny had so rashly named the firebug. He had led them straightaway across a level stretch of grass, across a drive and through a clumpof bushes to the shore of the lake. There, with a speed that wasastonishing in so large a man who was at the same time a little lame,with cold spray drenching him, he ran on along the stone breakwater to aspot where a second breakwater ran off at a sharp angle to the first.This wall of stone which ran between two stretches of foaming waterreached to a fill some distance out in the lake. It was incomplete. Onlyrough and jagged piles of rock marked its course; as yet there were nobeams.
At such a time as this, when seas were running high, it was little lessthan suicide to venture out upon it; yet the mysterious man did nothesitate an instant. One second he was on the solid shore, the next hewas balancing himself on a jagged pile of rocks five yards out to sea,and then he was lost to view in a cloud of spray.
The man had probably figured that his pursuers would not dare to follow.In this he was partly wrong. Johnny's foot was on the foremost rock whenthe Chief's firm hand pulled him back.
"Wait," he rumbled, "he can't make it. He'll have to come back."
They did wait, and for a time it seemed that the Chief was certainlyright; that the man would never succeed in making his way to the broadstretch of filled land which ran for more than a mile along the lakefront, and where he might either hide or make his way back to land oversome pier or safer breakwater. But, as the spray cleared, they saw himtwenty yards out, now thirty, forty, fifty, sixty. Then, for a long time,as the water boomed against the rocks, the spray completely hid thefleeing form.
Then, of a sudden, the moon came out and the spray cleared for a moment.At that moment, after sharply surveying the length of the breakwater, theChief and Johnny turned to stare at one another.
"Gone!" said Johnny.
"Not a living thing there now."
"He can't have made his way to the fill."
"Probably not. Might have."
"If he didn't?"
"He's gone. Nothing could save him. No one could climb back upon thatbreakwater once he was washed off. May God rest his soul."
For a full ten minutes they stood there watching the surface of thewater, then turning silently about, started back toward the scene of thefire.
