"Tie one of those lanterns on and send it up!" shouted Judd, hoarsely.
"Where are all the fellows? There's only four accounted for! Ten more up there!" inquired an anxious voice from below.
"Don't know!" responded Judd, pulling up the rope and taking off the lantern. "I'm lettin' 'em down as soon as I find 'em!"
Pole's long, lean form was the next one to slip gracefully over the window sill to safety.
Then Judd rushed into the hall, lantern in hand. The line of fire had increased into a blaze. Two doors down, Reynolds, a sophomore, dashed into the hall, clad in pajamas.
"Help!" he cried, wild-eyed. "Max is asleep! I can't waken him.
Hurry, somebody, quick!"
"Make a noose of your rope an' let him out the window!" directed Judd, "then join me!"
Reynolds disappeared within his room.
Judd hurried to the end of the hall, uncoiled the hose, and turned on the water. At first a feeble stream came forth, but the flow of water steadily increased until it gushed out.
Another student, almost choked with smoke, darted into the hall.