"It looks more like a bonfire than either, just now," added the boy, as the lurid red light suddenly burst into flame.
"It is! it is a large fire!" cried the professor, as the whole sky became suddenly illuminated with a red glare.
"It is Brudenell Hall in flames!" exclaimed Ishmael Worth, in horror. "Let us hurry on and see if we can do any good."
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE FIRE AT BRUDENELL HALL.
Through the threefold darkness of night, clouds, and rain they hurried on towards that fearful beacon light which flamed on the edge of the horizon.
The rain, which continued to pour down in torrents, appeared to dampen without extinguishing the fire, which blazed and smoldered at intervals.
"Professor?" said the boy, as they toiled onward through the storm.
"Well, young Ishmael?"