In a moment the stout boy hurried forward.
"Isn't it awful, Bob, to see the old school going up like this?" he said.
"How did it start, Chubby?"
"Guess no one knows. Let's find the other fellows. Give a whoop, Bob!"
"Hello, Sam Randall!"
"Hello, Dick!"
"Hi, hi, Tom Clifton!"
In a few minutes, the Ramblers had managed to locate each other.
"Maybe we can save something yet," cried Bob. "Let's go into the grounds."
There was no railing, consequently they had free access, and the frozen crust presently began to crack sharply beneath their feet.