We hurried back in a panic towards the staircase leading to the front door, and in doing so discovered Ned was not with us.
One of us darted off to the dormitory, where he lay in bed sound asleep.
A rough shake roused him.
“What’s the row?” he drawled, stretching himself.
“Get up quick, Ned; there’s a fire!”
“Where?” asked Ned, without stirring.
“In the doctor’s wing.”
The doctor’s wing was that farthest removed from our dormitories.
Ned yawned.
“Then it couldn’t possibly reach here for half an hour. Call us again in twenty minutes, Ben, there’s a good fellow!”