"Professor Hopkins is over there!" exclaimed Bob Somers. "He just came out of the door."
Bob darted between the groups of people, with the others close at his heels.
"Professor Hopkins!" he cried.
The principal, enveloped in a long coat, seemed almost overcome with emotion. He was staggering along under a load of books.
"Somers!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, sir! We're going to try and save something!"
"I am ruined!" gasped Professor Hopkins, apparently not hearing his words. "The fire is steadily gaining—my office is doomed."
"Come on, fellows!" shouted Bob.
The moment he reached the doorway, Professors Hughes and Ivins came out, each carrying an armful of books.
"Don't go in there!" shouted the former, warningly; "you'll be stifled."