“Neither do I. Come on!”
They turned, to find the door shut behind them. They tried it.
“Something is against it!” ejaculated the young major. “We are shut in!”
“Push!” was the answer, and both pushed with all of their might. The door gave way some, but not enough.
“Again!” said Jack, and now they shoved as never before. In the meantime the flames were increasing with marvelous rapidity.
“We must get out, or we’ll be burnt up!” said Pepper, and a final attack was made on the door, and it went back, showing that a heavy timber had been placed against it.
“They are out!” they heard somebody cry, and then they saw three forms sneaking around to the back of the school building.
“Fire! fire! fire!” was the cry from Putnam Hall, and from the school poured some students and several teachers, including George Strong.
“It’s the old boathouse,” said George Strong. “I wonder how it caught?”
“Ha! here come Ruddy and Ditmore!” exclaimed Josiah Crabtree. “They have been down there!”