“By Jove! I’m coming!”
An instant passed and then through the smoke appeared a swaying form that seemed every moment to be on the verge of collapsing.
“Bob!”
“Frank! Save me, quick!”
“What’s the trouble?”
“I am tied to this pole,” moaned Bob. “Quick, cut the cord, or I’ll be burnt up!”
Frank drew out his knife, and opened it. Two slashes, and Bob was free. With one mad leap he jumped from the burning stack to the open space beyond. Frank followed, and both were safe, while a sudden puff caught the flames and sent them upward with a roar.
“In the nick of time,” burst out Bob. “Just look at that wrist, and I know my neck is blistered.”
“I am glad I arrived when I did,” returned Frank. “I suppose the same rascals tied you——”
He stopped short. Bob saw him reel, and, springing forward, he caught the young man in his arms.