"Not much," said Grafton. "But I don't care. I tried to get my trunk down but the smoke was fierce and the end of the building was all in flames. So I lit out."
The lower hall was crowded with boys. Dr. Randall, tall and gaunt in a red flowered dressing gown, and several of the instructors were doing their best to clear the building.
"All out, boys!" called the doctor. "It isn't safe here now! The firemen will be here in a minute and you'll only be in the way! I want you all to go over to Upper House!"
"Hello!" said Kenneth. "What's the matter with you, Jasper?"
Jasper Hendricks, the youngest boy in school, was crouched in a dim corner of the hall, sobbing and shaking as though his heart was broken.
"What's up?" asked Grafton.
"Don't know. Here's young Jasper crying like a good one. What's the trouble, Jasper? Did you get hurt?"
But the boy apparently didn't even hear them.
"Lost his things, probably," suggested Grafton, "and feels it. Never mind, kid? you'll get some more."
"I want every boy out of the building!" cried the doctor. But his voice was almost drowned in the babel of cries and shouts and laughter.