Nobody answered for a moment, but suddenly, from the back of the building, came a piercing scream.
“Help! Help!”
“Goodness, that’s a woman calling!” exclaimed Frank. “Come on, Harry.”
Both boys dashed round to the rear of the blazing mansion, and there, at a third-story window, they saw a woman with a baby in her arms, leaning out and frantically calling for help.
“Get a ladder!” shouted Frank.
“No time to hunt for it,” cried Harry. “We’ll have to try another way.”
“What do you mean?”
“See the flat roof of that coach house over there? If we had a board we could make a bridge from it to the window.”
“But how are we to get to the roof of the coach house?”
“Fly there.”