Ruth Fielding felt a strong desire to return to the threatened building, and to make her way upstairs to that old quartette room she and her chums had occupied for so long. There were so many things she desired to save.
Not alone were there treasures of her own, but Ruth knew of articles belonging to her chums that they prized highly. It seemed actually wicked to stand idle while the hot flames spread, creating a havoc that n.o.body could stay.
Why! if the firemen did not soon appear, the whole West Dormitory would be destroyed.
The burst of smoke and flame into the corridor at the top of the front flight of stairs shut off any attempt to reach the upper stories from this direction. And although the back door of the building was locked, Ruth knew she could run down the hall, past Miss Scrimp"s already gutted room, and up the rear stairway.
But when she started into the building again, Miss Scrimp screamed to her:
"Come out of that, you reckless girl! Don"t dare go back for anything more of mine or Miss Picolet"s. If we lose them, we lose them; that"s all."
"But I might get some things of my own--and some belonging to the other girls."
"Don"t _dare_ go into the building again," commanded Miss Scrimp. "If you do, Ruthie Fielding, I"ll report you to Mrs. Tellingham."
"Shure, she won"t go in and risk her swate life," said Mrs. Foyle. "Come back, now, darlin". "Tis a happy chance that none o" the young leddies bes up there in thim burnin" rooms, so ut is."
"Oh, dear me! oh, dear me!" gasped Miss Picolet. "I presume it is _posi-tive_ that there is n.o.body up there? Were all the mesdemoiselles at supper this evening?"
"Yes, yes," said Mrs. Tellingham"s own voice. "Miss Brokaw has called the roll and there is none missing but our Ruthie. And now _you_ would better run back, my dear," she added to Ruth. "You have no wrap or hat. I fear you will take cold."
"I never noticed it," confessed Ruth. "I guess the excitement kept me warm. But oh! how awful It is to see the old dormitory burn--and all our things in it."
"We cannot help it," sighed the princ.i.p.al. "Go up to the hall with the other girls, my dear. Here come the firemen. You may be hurt here."
The galloping of horses, blowing of horns, and shouting of excited men, now became audible. The glare of the fire could probably be seen by this time clear to Lumberton, and half the population of the suburbs on this side of the town would soon be on the scene.
Not until the firemen actually arrived did the girls in the big hall know what had happened. There had been singing and music and a funny recitation by one girl, to while away the time until Mrs. Tellingham appeared. Just as Ruth came in, her chum had her violin under her chin and was drawing sweet sounds from the strings, holding the other girls breathless.
But the violin music broke off suddenly and several girls uttered startled cries as the first of the fire trucks thundered past the windows.
"Oh!" shrieked somebody, "there is a fire!"
"Quite true, young ladies!" exclaimed Miss Brokaw, tartly. "And it is not the first fire since the world began. Ruth has just come from it. She will tell you what it is all about."
"Oh, Ruth!" cried Helen. "Is it the dormitory?"
"Give her time to speak," commanded the teacher.
"Which dormitory?" cried Heavy Stone.
"Now, be quiet--do," begged Ruth, stepping upon the platform, and controlling herself admirably. "Don"t scream. None of us can do a thing.
The firemen will do all that can be done"
"They"ll about save the cellar. They always do," groaned the irrepressible Heavy.
"It is our own old West Dormitory," said Ruth, her voice shaking. "Nothing can be taken from the rooms upstairs. Only some of Miss Scrimp"s and Miss Picolet"s things were saved."
"Oh, dear me!" cried Helen. "We"re orphans then. I"m glad I had my violin over here!"
"Is everything going to be really burned up?" demanded Heavy. "You don"t mean _that_, Ruth Fielding?"
"I hope not. But the fire has made great head-way."
"Oh! oh! oh!" were the murmured exclamations.
"Won"t our dormitory burn, too?" demanded one of the East Dormitory girls.
But there was no danger of that. The wisdom of erecting the two dormitories so far apart, and so far separated from the other buildings, was now apparent. Despite the high wind that prevailed upon this evening, there was no danger of any other building around the campus being ignited.
Miss Brokaw had some difficulty in restoring order. Several of the girls were in tears; their most valued possessions were even then, as Heavy said, "going up in smoke."
Very soon practical arrangements for the night were under way. Unable to do anything to help save the burning structure, Mrs. Tellingham had returned to the main building, and the maids from the kitchen were soon bringing in cots and spare mattresses and arranging them about the big hall for the use of the girls.
The East Dormitory girls were asked to sit forward. ("The goats were divided from the sheep," Helen said.) Then the houseless girls were allowed to "pitch camp," as it were.
"It _is_ just like camping out," cried Belle Tingley.
"Only there"s no scratchy and smelly balsam for beds, and our clothes won"t get all stuck up with chewing gum," said Lluella Fairfax.
"Chewing gum! Hear the girl," scoffed Ann Hicks. "You mean spruce gum."
"Isn"t that about the same?" demanded Lluella, with some spirit. "You chew it, don"t you?"
"I don"t know. I wouldn"t chew spruce gum unless it was first properly prepared. I tried it once," replied Ann, "and got my jaws so gummed up that I might as well have had the lockjaw."
"It is according to what season you get the gum," explained Helen. "Now, see here, girls: We ought to have a name for this camp."
"Oh, oh!"
"Quite so!"
""Why not?" were some of the responses to this suggestion.
"Let"s call it "Sweet Dreams,"" said one girl. "That"s an awfully pretty name for a camp, I think. We called ours that, last summer on the banks of the Vingie River."
"Ya-as," drawled Heavy. "Over across from the soap factory. I know the place. "Sweet Dreams," indeed! Ought to have called it "Sweet Smells,""
"I think "Camp Loquacity" will fit _this_ camp better," Ruth said bluntly.
"We all talk at once. Goodness! how does _one_ person ever get a sheet smooth on a bed?"
Helen came to help her, and just then Mrs. Tellingham herself appeared in the hall.
"I am glad to announce, girls," she said, with some cheerfulness, "that the fire is under control."
"Oh, goody!" cried Heavy. "Can we go over there to sleep to-night?"