“Too late!” said a voice. “Is he in one of the chambers?”
“Yes!”
“The entire upper part of the house is in flames!”
“He is lost!”
“My God! My son—my own boy!”
Such a cry of heart-breaking anguish! It stirred Frank Merriwell’s heart.
“I will try to find him and bring him out!” came in a tone of determination from Frank’s lips.
“God bless you!” gasped Darius Conrad. “If you will——”
But the volunteer life-saver was gone. Hands were outstretched to stop him, but he avoided them; voices called for him to come back, but he heeded them not. In at the door he plunged.
“He is gone!” screamed a woman.