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Not till then did the leader rise to his feet, wash his face and hands, and resume his coat.

By this time the car was a roaring furnace. It was evident that it was doomed and that before long it would be only a tangled mass of metal. The faces of all were pale, as they watched what might so easily have been a funeral pyre.

They stood contemplating the terrifying spectacle for a minute or two, each one busy with his thoughts. Then the leader of the men turned to the Radio Boys.

“It’s only due to the mercy of heaven and the presence of mind of you boys that we’re alive at this moment,” he said gravely, “and I want to thank you with all my heart, both for myself and my friends, who are hardly in condition to speak, for what you have done for us. You’re fine specimens of American boys, and it’s a mighty lucky thing for us that you happened to be on hand.”

“We only did what any one else would have done under the circumstances,” disclaimed Bob modestly, and his companions nodded their assent.