Chapter Thirteen.
A Disturbed Night.
Just as Vane shivered at the cry, and ran to hurry on some clothes, there was the shape of the door clearly made out in lines of light, and directly after a sharp tapping.
“Vane, my boy, asleep?”
“No, uncle; dressing.”
“You heard the bell, then. I’m afraid it means fire.”
“Yes, fire, fire! I heard them calling.”
“I can’t see anything, can you?”
“No, uncle, but I shall be dressed directly, and will go and find out where it is?”
“O hey! Master Vane!” came from the outside. “Fire!”