Willis Paulding, the Anglomaniac, pa.s.sed them, going in the direction of the large hotel across the way.
"Mud on the bloon--I mean blood on the moon!" exclaimed Rattleton, as Bart and Merry came up.
"What"s up?" Frank asked.
"Paulding and the Chickering set are up--there!" said Danny, pointing to some upper windows of the hotel. "They are having a big feed to-night."
"Drinking tea and smoking cigarettes," explained Bruce.
"I"ve invited every fellow here to attend that banquet with me," Ready jovially declared. "But not a soul will accept the invitation. They fancy their heads aren"t hard enough for that kind of drinking!"
"Bub-bub-better get an invitation yourself fuf-first!" Gamp stuttered.
"Oh, I circulate everywhere, like first-cla.s.s currency. Want to go up and take a peep with me, Merriwell? I"d give a V any time to hear one of those fellows respond to a toast! Come along. What d"ye say? I"ll be the pilot."
But Merriwell was no more in the mood for such an escapade than the other members of the "flock." Thereupon, Ready skipped across the street himself and disappeared within the hotel.
Merriwell and his friends walked down the street, and in the course of half an hour returned to that corner. Then they saw Ready at one of the upper windows, looking down at them. He had a big piece of cake in one hand and a gla.s.s of wine or tea in the other.
"Come up to the feast!" he bellowed. "Great fun!"
But Merriwell had his eyes fixed elsewhere. Suddenly he exclaimed:
"That hotel is on fire!" He had observed a tongue of flame leaping from a window.
He started across the street, but before he had taken a dozen steps the fire-alarm bell sounded. A few of the people in the hotel seemed to be awaking to the fact that the building was on fire. Merry"s friends joined him, and they stood near the center of the street, looking up at the fire and discussing the matter. Then Ready was seen again at the window, staring about in a bewildered way, as if he contemplated leaping to the street below.
"Do you suppose the fire could cut him off so soon?" Merry anxiously queried.
"It doesn"t seem likely," Diamond answered. "But, of course, no one can tell. The Chickering set are up there yet!"
A crowd was collecting, and Merry"s friends were thinking of going on across the street, when the arrival of a clanging fire-engine drove them back to the corner from which they had started.
It could now be seen that even in that brief s.p.a.ce of time the fire was rapidly spreading. The blaze first seen had increased in size, and flames were now issuing from other windows on that floor. The fire seemed to be in the third story. Luckily, the hotel stood on a corner, away from other buildings.
People were now pouring in a stream from the exits. Merriwell looked again toward the window where Ready had been seen.
"Ready will come right across here as soon as he gets down," he said. "I suppose he is all right, but the fire is on that floor!"
But Ready did not appear. Other fire-engines arrived and began their work. Firemen swarmed everywhere. But the fire increased in intensity in spite of this fight against it. The hotel appeared to have emptied itself of its occupants.
And still Jack Ready did not come. Willis Paulding stumbled across the street, white and shaky. His hair and eyebrows were singed, his Lunnon-made clothes were wet and limp, and he was terribly frightened.
"Merriwell," he gasped, "Jack Ready is up there!"
Merry started. A fear that such might be the case had been growing on him.
"How do you know?" he asked.
Paulding forgot his English drawl in his fright and excitement.
"I saw him!" he admitted. "He was trying to get Lew Veazie down the stairs when he fell. Veazie had been drinking a little, and couldn"t help himself."
"And where is Veazie?"
"He is down on the street somewhere."
"And you ran away and left Ready, after he had injured himself while trying to aid you!"
Paulding dropped his head.
"The fire was right on us, and we----"
"Where did he fall?"
"On the center stairway leading from the third story," said Paulding, shivering under Merry"s rebuke.
"Fellows, I am going up there after Jack Ready," said Frank calmly.
"You"ll go at the risk of your life!" shouted Browning.
But Frank was already half-way across the street. The fire had spread with astonishing rapidity. Some combustible material in the second story had exploded with great force, and this had seemed to scatter the fire.
The entire second story was on fire now, as well as the one above it.
Frank vanished in the crowd, which was retreating through fear that the walls were about to fall. Other fire-engines had come up. The people who fell back from the dangerous vicinity crowded on the Yale men who had looked so anxiously after Merriwell as he hastened to the aid of the imperiled freshman. Willis Paulding, feeling Merriwell"s rebuke, and stung by a feeling of his own cowardice, had slipped away.
"I don"t like that," Hodge grumbled, looking at the spot where Frank had vanished.
"I"ve seen things myself that I like better!" grunted Browning.
"You can bet your life that Merry will go wherever a friend is in danger!" said Rattleton.
"Or a foe, either!" added Diamond.
"Fuf-fellows, I"m worried abub bub-bout this!" stuttered Joe Gamp.
"I"d feel easier a good deal if we had all stayed home to-night!" droned Dismal.
For once, neither Danny nor Bink had any comment to offer, funny or otherwise. A feeling that something awful was about to happen stilled their chatter.
Then all started, leaping as if they had been shot at, and pushed back into the retreating and startled crowd. A furnace or something of the kind had given way in the bas.e.m.e.nt with a thunderous report. A great gap showed in one of the walls, and the wall itself seemed on the point of toppling down.
"Sounded like a siege-gun!" chirped a well-known voice. "Fellows, I"m glad I wasn"t in there then! Had the greatest time you ever saw--narrow escape and all that; but here I am again, with my stomach filled with cake and my head intoxicated with tea. All right side up, you see!"
The speaker was Jack Ready!
"Where is Merriwell?" Bart asked.
"Merriwell?" and Ready looked round. "Refuse me, but I supposed he was the center of this intellectual group! Yes, where is Merriwell?"