Then as the boys turned the corner where Gin Sing was now beating wildly on a monster frying pan and making a dreadful din, Lanky finished with a whoop, and increased his pace, if such a thing were possible.
No question about its being the barn that was ablaze, for vast volumes of smoke were already pouring out from several places. These continually grew in density, while wicked looking red tongues of flame could be seen playing amidst the dense belching billows.
Frank had gone as white as chalk.
"Your mother—Minnie!" he gasped.
"What of them?" cried the agitated Lanky.
"I saw them go in some time ago! Oh, Lanky! what if they are still inside the old barn, trapped like rats and blinded with all that smoke?"
CHAPTER III
TRAPPED IN THE BURNING BARN