Part 22 (2/2)

I ran upstairs thankful for the laced-up shoe. Our corridor was alive with excited girls who seemed to have no idea what to do.

”Is it another fire drill?” asked one dazed freshman.

”Oh, yes! It's a fire drill with realistic smoke to make you hurry,” I called. ”Get on your shoes and kimonos and coats just as fast as you can and go out of the building!”

My words of command rather quieted the girls and some of them ran to do what I had said, but some of them just went on squealing.

I found Tweedles sleeping sweetly. They were so in the habit of trusting me to awaken them when the gong sounded in the morning that its ringing in the middle of the night meant nothing to them.

”Fire! Fire!” I shouted as I tore the covers off of them. ”Get up and help! The hall is full of girls who need some one to lead them! The whole school is full of smoke!”

They were awake in a moment and out of bed. There was no drowsy yawning or stretching with Tweedles. They were either fast asleep or wide awake.

”Here, put on your shoes and wraps, something warm. You might as well be burnt up as die of pneumonia.” Dum's pack with her pictures and deer skin had never been unrolled, so she strapped it on her back. ”Don't stop for clothes, I am afraid there isn't time. We can come back for them if things are not as bad as I think.” Dee had begun to empty bureau drawers into a sheet and to take things out of the wardrobe.

”Well, I might as well throw this out the window for luck,” she said, tying the sheet up into what looked like a tramp's great bundle.

The hall was emptying as the girls raced down stairs, but an agonizing shriek arose from the lower hall, which was now dense with smoke. The front door could not be opened. It had been locked for the night and, according to a rule Miss Plympton had made, the key had been hung in her office. Of course no one knew this. There were many ways to get out of Gresham, so many that it was perfectly silly not to be able to get out, but that pack of silly, frightened girls came racing upstairs again. The lower hall was now too full of smoke to venture down in it again, and a lurid light was appearing, giving a decidedly sinister aspect to things.

Tweedles and I, with Mary and Annie, met the panic-stricken girls at the top of the steps. ”Why didn't you go out through the dining room?” I asked sternly. I found that some one would have to be stern.

”Flames were there!” sobbed a great tall girl, the one from Texas.

Teachers in a fire are no more good than school girls. There were two on our corridor in Carter Hall, but I saw one of them go frantically back into her room and throw the bowl and pitcher out of her window and come out carefully holding a down cus.h.i.+on.

Dee was quite collected and cool.

”Come into our room, 117,” she commanded all the screaming crowd.

”There is no smoke there. You can get out of our window.”

She immediately began tying the still-knotted sheets to our radiator and with a sly look at me she pulled another sheet off of her bed, muttering as she attached it to the others, ”So it will be sure to reach the ground.”

”I can't go down there! I can't! I can't!” screamed the girl from Texas.

”Nonsense! Then let some one else go first! You go, Page!”

”I think I had better see if all the girls are out of their rooms first.

But I am not a bit afraid. See, twist the sheet around your arm this way and then catch hold with the other hand and there you go!” and I sent a s.p.u.n.ky little freshman spinning to terra firma.

Dum and Dee got all the girls out in a few minutes, while I limped through all the rooms to see that no one was left. The rooms were in the greatest confusion imaginable as the inmates had endeavoured to save their clothes and had tied them up in bundles and thrown them out of the windows. I wondered if the other parts of the building had been emptied, but felt that I had better get out myself as the smoke was so thick you could cut it. Fortunately the moon was s.h.i.+ning brightly for the electric light fuses were burnt out, and but for the moon and a few flash lights we would have been in total darkness.

All the girls were out but Tweedles and me.

”You next, Page! Be careful about your ankle, honey,” and Dee tenderly a.s.sisted me out the window.

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