Good thing because the track ahead collapses into the spreading ooze. A big hunk of the shattered tank has knocked Boston Firehouse No. 3 off its foundation and the startled firemen inside, enjoying some post-lunch cigars, are quickly buried under the debris. Another municipal building is demolished and at least a dozen city workers are trapped in molasses. Trolley cars on Commercial Street are lifted off the road and smashed. A horse-drawn wagon is picked up and slammed into a fence.
People try to outrun the unimaginable terror, with little luck.
Fortunately a man sees him and extends a pole which the boy grabs. And then like someone pulling a marlin from the sea, the rescuer yanks the boy free of the muck. Others grab him, but it seems they're too late. Rescue crews waded knee-deep through the sticky ooze. Finally, as the wave spreads it begins to slow down.