human
Trapped! gasped Mr. Keith, and he pulled Mary back toward his offices to get away from the choking, stifling smoke.
gpt
We're trapped!
human
Uncle! Uncle Barton! faltered Mary, as she clung to Mr. Keith.
gpt
Can't we get down the stairs?
human
I'm afraid not, Mary,
gpt
And won't the elevators come for us?
human
They don't seem able to get up, was his reply.
gpt
Probably the fire started in the bottom of the shafts, and they act just like flues, drawing up the flames and smoke.
human
Then we must try the fire escapes!
gpt
Mary, there aren't--aren't any fire escapes!
human
No fire escapes!
gpt
No, not an escape as far as I know. You see, this was thought to be a fireproof building at first and small attention was given to escapes. Then the law stepped in and the owners were ordered to put up regular escapes. They have started the work, but just now the old escapes have been torn down and the new ones are not yet in place.
human
Oh, but Uncle Barton! can't we do something? cried Mary.
gpt
There must be some way out! Let's try the elevators again, or the stairs!
human
We may have a chance! he cried, and he rushed out.
gpt
Hurry!
human
Let's try the stairs! suggested Mary.
gpt
They seem to be free now.