He pushed the Duke through, after passing a length of the leather reins around the Duke’s body, under his arms, and hung to the loops he had set, while the Duke slid downward to the ground.
Securing the lines to the support of a wall bracket, Chip Merriwell followed and dropped; but the sleigh robe and his clothing smoked from the heat.
“Burned much, Chip?” some one was asking, as he reeled into the arms that were stretched out to assist him.
“No,” he gasped; “I—I think not; I think I’m all right!”
“Well, it sure was close; you didn’t have much time! The old Pavilion is going.”
Ten minutes later it was a flaming tinder box, with a tornadolike roar as the fire drove skyward, and a glare that reddened the snow for great distances around.
To be continued in the next issue of WIDE-AWAKE MAGAZINE, out January 25th.