He threw himself into a position of defense as Hiram came on. Luke was advancing toward Tom, while the others, still wearing their masks, looked on in anticipation.
There might have been two stiff fights the next moment had there not suddenly sounded from without a series of startled cries. Then came the clanging of bells, and above the riot of noise the lads heard some one shouting:
“Fire! Fire! Fire!”
[CHAPTER XIX]
A THRILLING RESCUE
“What’s that?” asked half a dozen of the white-robed lads.
“Fire, somewhere,” answered Hiram, pausing in his rush toward Joe.
“Come on, this can wait,” added one of his companions. “We’re through with this initiation, anyhow.”