The hotel soon got to be all red flames, and there was very little smoke.

The inside of the budding had burned away, and nothing more could be gotten out.

The firemen and all the people drew back, and there was no noise.

Everybody stood gazing silently at the flames.

A man stepped quietly up to Mr.Morris, and looking at him, I saw that it was Mr.Montague.He was usually a well-dressed man, with a kind face, and a head of thick, grayish brown hair.