He started to re-enter the school.
“Don’t go back!” cried Socker. “It’s liable to go up any minute!”
Dr. Mead returned to the waiting group, his face betraying intense excitement.
“We must get the fire out!” he cried. “Can’t some one send word to the village?”
“There’s a telephone in Mr. Raspen’s house, about half a mile away,” volunteered Sam. “I’ll run there.”
He started off, and just as he did so a series of alarming cries broke out at one of the upper corridor windows of the school.
“Fire! Fire!” cried a voice. “Der school ist being gonsumed by der fierce elements! Safe me, somebodies! I must get out my German flag! I must out get quvick, alretty yet!”
The anxious face of Professor Garlach appeared at one of the windows.
“Don’t jump!” cried Jack, as the teacher seemed about to do so. “You’ve got time enough to come down the stairs.”
“B-r-r-r-r! It’s cold!” cried Nat Anderson, as some snow got inside the slippers he had put on, and some flakes sifted down his back.