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stuck!”
    â€œWe’re coming!” Joe said. He and Frank pushed their way through the crowd.
    â€œAre you two all right?” Frank asked when they reached their friends.
    â€œIf you can help clear the crowd,” Jamal said, “I can wheel Corri out of here.”
    â€œSure thing,” Joe said. He and Frank went to work. While being careful not to hurt anyone else, they moved quickly and forcefully toward the door. Jamal and Corri followed right behind. Several times, Frank and Joe paused to help people who had fallen. Soon the Hardys and their friends reached the doorway and went outside.
    â€œIs everyone okay?” Frank asked.
    Corrine Fernandez coughed hard but nodded that she was all right. Jamal nodded too. “Has anyone seen my brother?” Corri asked.
    The Hardys and Jamal shook their heads.
    â€œMaybe he’s around front,” Jamal suggested.
    â€œYou go check,” Frank said. “Joe and I will help other people out.”
    The brothers stood near the door, calling to peopleto help them find their way through the gloom. Fortunately, most folks seemed to have gotten out of the smoky building on their own. The Hardys ventured inside a couple of times, holding their breath while they helped a victim through the thick black smoke.
    After a few minutes, Jamal dashed back around from the other side of the building. With him came Elizabeth Navarro, who looked very worried.
    â€œPaco and Pops got out okay,” Jamal reported. “In fact, everyone scheduled to attend the event is accounted for—”
    â€œExcept my dad,” Elizabeth reported. “No one knows where he is.”
    Joe, who was standing next to the door, called out, “Mr. Navarro! Are you in there! Make a sound if you need help!”
    â€œDad! Dad! Can you hear me?” Elizabeth shouted.
    She and the Hardys listened intently, but all they heard was the murmur of the crowd and the sound of distant fire engine sirens.
    â€œThose rescue workers won’t get here soon enough to help Navarro if he’s trapped,” Frank said.
    Joe nodded his agreement. “It looks like we’ll have to go in.”
    â€œI’ll go with you,” Jamal offered.
    â€œNo,” Joe said. “No sense three of us risking our lives. You stay here and keep the rest of the party-goers back.” He glanced meaningfully at ElizabethNavarro, who looked as though she might run inside at any moment.
    â€œYeah, okay,” Jamal said.
    â€œDon’t worry, Ms. Navarro,” Frank said. “We’ll get your dad out safely.”
    With that, he and his brother plunged back into the smoky building. The Hardys pulled their T-shirts up over their noses in a kind of makeshift smoke filter, but it didn’t do much good. Within moments, their eyes were burning and their lungs were stinging.
    Frank coughed and called, “Mr. Navarro!”
    Before he and Joe had taken five steps, someone stumbled out of the darkness, almost bowling them over. “I’m Navarro,” the man said, coughing. “Which way is the exit?”
    Joe and Frank hurried him back outside.
    â€œDad!” Elizabeth said, throwing her arms around her father. “I was so worried!”
    â€œI’m okay,” Navarro replied. “I just got turned around in the darkness.”
    Moments later, the fire and rescue squad roared up outside the old VFW building. The firefighters moved to quickly control the problem, while the EMTs checked over those who had inhaled too much smoke or had been injured in the stampede. Though Richard Navarro seemed reluctant to receive any attention, Elizabeth dragged her father to see the medics.
    The brothers, Jamal, and Corri made their way around to the front of the building to join the rest of the former partygoers. It was a big, restless crowd. Local TV cameras, and other media reporters, pushed through the throng, taping reactions to the incident.
    The fire department