Part 27 (1/2)

She was already doing so, and she asked:

”Why don't you pinch out that fire on your coat?”

Just then her brother jumped into the air and shouted, ”Oh--ouch!” for the burning sleeve had gone through the s.h.i.+rt and reached the bare skin.

He whipped off his coat in a twinkling, dipped it hastily into the water, doing the same with his right elbow, the element which extinguished the smoking garment being very grateful to the scorched limb.

”Nellie,” said he, ”just cast your eye over me, and let me know whether there are any more fires going.”

He made up his mind that if she reported other conflagrations breaking out, he would subdue them in a lump by taking a header in the pond, whose sh.o.r.e they reached at that moment. But Nellie said he was in no danger so far as she could see, of immediate combustion and when she came to examine her own garments they were also free from the same peril.

”Now, what shall we do that we have got here?” she asked, as, after walking a few steps, he came to a stop.

”Wait, and see how things are coming out,” he answered. ”I begin to feel tired, so suppose we sit down and rest ourselves.”

The moment this was done, both uttered an exclamation of pleasure; for the relief from the distressing smoke was so great that it was as if they had emerged into the open country, where there was none of it at all.

”Why did we not think of this before?” said Nick; ”we ought to have known that smoke doesn't keep close to the ground.”

The atmosphere was not clear by any means, but the change was so marked that it appeared more than pure, and they sat several minutes gratefully inhaling that from which it seemed they had been shut off for many hours.

But their rejoicing was too soon; for, though it may be true that in a burning building the surest place in which to gain enough air to support life is close to the floor, yet there can be so much of the strangling vapor that it will penetrate everywhere.

Less than five minutes had pa.s.sed, when a volume of smoke swept over and enveloped them, so dense that it was like the darkness of Egypt, that could be felt, and the suffering of the brother and sister was pitiful.

”Put your face close to the water,” called out Nick, as well as he could do from coughing and strangling.

At the same moment, their fevered cheeks touched the cold, refres.h.i.+ng surface, and something of relief was experienced.

”It won't do to stay here,” said Nick, a moment later.

”But where can we go?”

”Out in the pond; there's a better chance to breathe there than along sh.o.r.e.”

”But I can't swim, Nick.”

”What of that? I can, and I'll take care of you; but there is plenty of wood and we can make a raft. That reminds me that there _was_ a raft here last week, when Sam Harper and I had a swim: I wonder where it can be. Help me to look for it.”

They moved slowly along the margin of the pond, peering through the gloom as best they could, but seeing nothing of the support on which they now placed so much hope.

Nick Ribsam, however, did not fail to notice one thing--it was becoming hotter every minute and they could not wait much longer before entering the water in very self-defense.

They pushed bravely on, and when the circuit of Shark Pond was half completed, reached a point where the thick vapor lifted, or, more properly, it had not yet descended, and they stopped to rest themselves again.

”Well,” exclaimed Nick, with a sigh, ”some folks would call this fun, but I don't see where it comes in.”

”I don't see how any one could find fun in such suffering; but, Nick, you will have to make a raft.”