So he continued to the front of the roof.
Here Dick glanced back, for a second, to make sure that Dave had followed safely.
Darrin was on his feet, and waved his hand reassuringly.
Then Dick Prescott leaned out, peering down at the front of the burning building.
"There's Prescott!" shouted some of the most enthusiastic watchers.
"Hurrah.

Old Gridley High School!" But Dick paid no heed to the crowd.

He was trying to locate the window at which Grace Dodge had appeared, and was trying to contrive how he would use a rope when one came.
In the meantime Darrin, having jumped to the lower roof, remained where he had dropped, awaiting the arrival of the other fellows with a rope.
After a few moments they came.

Reade had a coil of inch rope, which he waved enthusiastically.
"Wait until we get the rope uncoiled," called Greg.

"Then we'll lower some of us down to join you" "Lower---nothing! Jump!" yelled Dave, in a stentorian quarter-deck voice.
Greg obeyed, instanter.