“I’m afraid we can’t get out through the main room,” said Bob. “The flames are breaking through everywhere.”
“I see, and—your coat is on fire. Let me put it out.”
Mr. Starleigh caught the burnt portion in his hand, and crushed it.
“That must have caught when the chemicals exploded. Tell me, what is beyond this closet?”
“The hall-way, I believe.”
“There is no door out?”
“There was, in that corner, but I nailed it up.”
“We must get it open somehow. Stand over there, out of the way.”
Mr. Starleigh followed directions. Bob pulled away the stand which stood before the closed door.
“If I only had an axe,” he said.