“Und dose odder boys! Der flames vill gonsume dem also!” wailed the German.
“But ze flags—ze flags of our countries—zey are safe!” exclaimed Professor Socrat, and at this thought the two former enemies threw their arms about each other.
Meanwhile, Jack was dashing upstairs.
“I don’t see any signs of fire,” he said. “I believe it’s only smoke, after all.”
Up he went to the floor where Dock Snaith and his cronies had their rooms. The smoke was very thick, but there were no evidences of flame. And as Jack reached the trio, who were still leaning out of the window and calling for help, he saw that a lighted gasjet, reflecting through the clouds of vapor, had made it appear as if there were flames.
“Oh! will no one save us!” cried Snaith. “Fellows, I guess we’re going to die!” and he began to whimper.
“No! no!” yelled Pud Armstrong. “Let’s jump!”
“I’m—I’m afraid!” blubbered Snaith.
“Come on!” cried Jack, bursting into the room. “There’s no danger. It’s only smoke. The fire’s ’most out.”