"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 basement 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?"
"He went up there after you--to get you out of the fire!" exclaimed
Bink, in great excitement.
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