"For pity's sake! get out of here, Aggie," he begged.
"I won't!" she returned, tartly.
"You'll get burned."
"So will you."
"But aren't you afraid?" the boy demanded, in growing wonder.
"Of course I am!" she gasped. "But I can stand it if you can."
"Oh, me!"
"Hurry up!" cried Agnes. "I can help carry out some of the books."
Meanwhile Neale had been pounding on the boards overhead. Suddenly two of them lifted a little.
"I've got it!" yelled Neale, in delight, and above the crackling of the flames and the confusion of other sounds without.