k the electric runabout and bring it to a momentary stop.

CHAPTER II

NO USE OF LIVING!

Only momentarily was Tom Swift halted in his progress toward the scene
of the blaze in the fireworks factory. To him, and to the chum who sat
beside him on the seat of the electric runabout, it appeared that the
blast had actually stopped the progress of the car. But perhaps that
was more their imagination than anything else, for the machine swept on
down the hill, at the foot of which was the conflagration.

"That was a bad one, Ned!" gasped Tom, as he turned to one side to pass
an engine on its way to the scene of excitement.

"I should say so! Must have been somebody hurt in that blow-up!"

"I only hope it wasn't Mary or her folks!" murmured Tom. "The wind is
sweeping the fire right that way!"

"What are you going to do, Tom?" yelled his chum, as the business
manager saw the young inventor heading directly for the blaze. "What's
the idea?"

"To rescue Mary, if she's in danger!"

"I'm with you!" was Ned's quick response. "But you can't go any closer.
The police are stretching the fire lines!"

"I guess they'll let me through!" said Tom grimly.

He slowed his car as he approached a place where an officer was driving
back the throng that sought to come closer to the blaze.

"Git back! Git back, I tell you!" stormed the policeman, pushing
against the packed bodies of men and boys. "There'll be another blow-up
in a minute or two, and a lot more of you killed!"

"Are there any killed?" asked Tom, stopping the car near the officer.

"I guess so--yes. And some of the houses are catching. Git back now!
You, too, with that car! You'll have to back up!"

"I've got to go through!" replied Tom, with tightening lips. "I've got
to go through, Cassidy!" He knew the officer, and the latter now
seemed, for the first time, to recognize the young inventor.

"Oh, it's you, is it, Mr. Swift?" he exclaimed. "Well, go ahead. But be
careful. 'Tis dangerous there--very dangerous, an'--"

His voice was lost in the roar of another explosion, not as loud or
severe as the first, but more plainly felt by Tom and Ned, for they
were nearer to it.

"Now will you git back!" cried Policeman Cassidy, and the crowd did,
without further urging.

Tom started the runabout forward again.

"We've got to rescue Mary!" he said to Ned, who nodded.

In another moment the two young men were lost to sight in a swirl of
smoke that swept across