“But I’m not through with him,” snapped the bully with a glance of anger at the young pitcher. “I’ll settle with him later.”
“Fire! Fire!”
Again the cries rang out on the night air.
“The school must be on fire!” yelled Luke Fodick. “Come on, fellows!”
“Fire! Fire!”
Many voices now took up the cry outside, and through a partially-curtained window could be seen the dancing light of flames.
“Come on!” cried Joe to Tom. “We’ve got to be in on this, whatever it is!”
“Surest thing you know,” agreed his chum.
They rushed from the room, following after Hiram and Luke. The others straggled out as fast as they disrobed, for they did not want to be seen in their regalia by any of the school authorities who might be on hand after the alarm of fire.