He leaped toward him, with a bound, uttering that cry of "Merriwell!" as he did so.
"Frank! Frank!" he cried.

"Frank, are you much hurt ?" The roaring of the fire in the stairway sounded louder, than ever.

Its noise was like that of a raging furnace.

Bart's hands were scorched, but he did not feel the pain of the burns.

Another piece of timber dropped from the floor above within a foot of where he stood.