Alf caught the child and gave him to Father. She was gripping Coral, thrusting her out. Willing, anxious hands were holding a blanket. She was trying to make the boy Walter jump too. But the children were terrified, and dazed by the smoke. They would not jump. They would not obey. Hannah lifted them, then dropped them on to the blanket. 'Hannah, come down. Jump yerself. Quick! Quick!' Alf was struggling to fight his way in through the flames but was beaten back --the place was a furnace. He tried yet again and was beaten back. 'Us Bullens sticks together!' he was shouting. 'That's me sister, that's Hannah Bullen in there. I'm goin' to get 'er. Us Bullens sticks together!' Then all in a moment he reeled and fell, and they saw that his face and chest were blackened. 'Hannah! Hannah!' 'My Gawd, she don't 'ear us...' 'The room's roarin'!' 'Someone go and get 'old of the captain. Captain, for Gawd's sake come on down 'ere!' 'Fetch a ladder, we might get 'er out through the winder.' 'Hannah! Hannah Bullen!' 'Oh, Christ, the roof...' With a sudden sharp crash the roof fell in and the cottage blazed up magnificently, like a beacon set on the crest of the hill. It was New Year's Day. It was Hannah's birthday.