The clothing of both the submarine boys had caught and was smouldering.
Both Jack and Hal submitted to being thrown on the ground and rolled
until the last spark had been extinguished.
"Bring milk--a lot of it, for these young men," ordered a physician who
stood in the crowd. For Jack and Hal, on their feet again, leaned
almost helplessly against Farnum and Pollard. Their lungs were so
filled with smoke that both boys felt as though they could never breathe
again.
When the milk was brought, however, and forced down their throats under
the doctor's orders, they found that this somewhat oily fluid brought
back a good deal of the missing power to breathe. After a while both
boys began to move about again. Yet both felt a strange feeling of
oppression and weakness.
"For the rest, your feelings will simply have to wear off," the
physician told them. "You'll be all right in time. And it was a fine,
manly piece of work that you both did."
After nearly an hour of stubborn work the firemen saved the main
building, though that southern wing was practically destroyed.
When the danger was over hotel discipline asserted itself once more.
News was passed that the belated dinner was ready, and the lately
excited guests filed in for their meal, though many complained of a
loss of appetite.
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