He knew Eeny's room; the door was unlocked, and he rushed in.

The smoke or fire had not penetrated here yet, and on the bed the girl lay fast asleep, undisturbed by all the uproar around her.
To muffle her from head to foot in a blanket, snatch her up and fly out of the room, was but the work of a few seconds.

The rushing smoke blinded and suffocated him, but he darted down the staircases as if his feet were winged.

Huge cinders and burning flakes were falling in a fiery shower around him, but still he rushed blindly on.

The lower hall was gained, a breeze of the blessed cold air blew on his face.
They were seen, they were saved, and a wild cheer arose from the breathless multitude.