At last, the danger from the conflagration seemed to be passed, and they slackened their pace, and finally came to a halt. Both were out of breath.
"Whe—where does this lead to?" gasped Tom.
"That's a riddle, Tom. But I know it has taken us away from the fire, which is a blessing."
"Dick, we have had a narrow escape."
"Right you are."
"Those rascals meant to burn us up!"
"They were afraid we knew too much about their affairs."
"They ought to go to jail for this, and Dan Baxter with them."
"I wish we were out of this passageway and could find the rest of our crowd."
"We must find a way out."