Hodge hastily tore from the bed a big double blanket, and retreated with it into the corridor.

This blanket he wound round Merriwell's face and shoulders and hands; then lifted Frank again, protecting himself with the folds of the blanket as well as he could as he did so.

Thus dragging Merriwell, he stumbled toward the hell of fire that roared in the stairway.
There was a jarring sound, and for a moment it seemed that the whole building was tumbling down round his ears.

A section of the rear wall had fallen outward, and the part of the hotel containing the kitchen was a burning wreck.

Bart hardly heard the sound, so absorbed was he in the task before him.