No one but a fellow utterly scornful of danger, and utterly determined to save a life in peril at all cost, could have ventured into that place.

_He_ would have done it for any one, I knew; but to come deliberately after me, who had ruined his chances last term, and whom he despised as a pilferer and a sneak--this was an act of heroism which it baffled me to contemplate, and in the contemplation of which consequently I succumbed once more to sleep and forgot everything.
As I slowly got better (and, after all, I was not much damaged, as soon as I had got over the effects of the suffocation and terror of that awful night) I heard more about the fire.

Permission was given me to see one friend a day for ten minutes at a time, and the reader may imagine the wild excitement of those ten minutes.
I naturally called for Dicky Brown as my first man.

He came, looking rather scared, and was evidently relieved to find I was something better than a mass of burns, and able to do my share in the conversation.
"It was a close shave for you, I can tell you," he said.

"All the other fellows hopped out long before the fire got bad, and no one fancied you weren't out too.