It was a big, old fashioned brick building, which a half a century before had represented the entire school, class rooms, dormitories and master’s quarters all being in the one structure. But the school had grown since and the original building was now one of the minor buildings of the school group and given over entirely to rooms for most of the members of the junior class.
As at Pennington, Jeff and Wade were roommates and it was with a sigh of relief that they found the room they were to occupy, turned on the lights and threw themselves onto the two couch beds that occupied opposite corners.
“Oh, my, I’m tired out,” said Jeff, beginning to unlace his shoes.
“So am I. But we’ve had a bully time so far, haven’t we?”
“I’ll say so,” said Jeff, suppressing a yawn as he kicked off his trousers.
“Some nice fellows at this school. I like ’em all. They are a bunch of huskies, too. Bet they can play ball,” said Wade, crawling into the top piece of his pajamas.
“We’ll know to-morrow, old son. Last in turns out the light. I’m in,” yelled Jeff, tumbling under the blankets and settling down on his pillow.
Wade snapped out the lights and followed Jeff’s example, and in less than five minutes’ time husky snores began to make the room noisy.
A terrific clatter and clanging, yells and the tramp of feet awakened Jeff. He sat bolt upright in bed with a strange frightened feeling. The terrific medley of sounds continued, and above the racket he heard the shriek of a weird whistle—a fire siren.