alk instead
of overshadowing it with complaints.

"Black as pitch! not a star to be seen! but courage, my boy! we shall
enjoy the light of the fireside all the more when we get home," said the
professor.

"Yes! there's one star, professor, just rising,--rising away there on
the horizon beyond Brudenell Hall," said Ishmael.

"So there is a star, or--something! it looks more like the moon rising;
only there's no moon," said Morris, scrutinizing the small dull red
glare that hung upon the skirts of the horizon.

"It looks more like a bonfire than either, just now," added the boy, as
the lurid red light suddenly burst into flame.

"It is! it is a large fire!" cried the professor, as the whole sky
became suddenly illuminated with a red glare.

"It is Brudenell Hall in flames!" exclaimed Ishmael Worth, in horror.
"Let us hurry on and see if we can do any good."

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE FIRE AT BRUDENELL HALL.

Seize then the occasion; by the forelock take
That subtle power the never halting time,
Lest a mere moment's putting off should make
Mischance almost as heavy as a crime.

--_Wordsworth_.

Through the threefold darkness of night, clouds, and rain they hurried
on towards that fearful beacon light which flamed on the edge of the
horizon.

The rain, which continued to pour down in torrents, appeared to dampen
without extinguishing the fire, which blazed and smoldered at intervals.

"Professor?" said the boy, as they toiled onward through the storm.

"Well, young Ishmael?"

"It seems to me the fire is inside the house."

"Why so, young Ishmael?"

"Because if it wasn't, this storm would put it out at once! Why, if it
had been the roof that caught from a burning chimney this driving rain
would have quenched it in no time."

"The roof couldn't catch, young Ishmael; it is all slate."

"Oh!" ejaculated Ishmael, as they increased their speed. They proceeded
in silence for a few minutes, keeping their eyes fixed on the burning
building, when Ishmael suddenly exclaimed:

"The house is burning inside, professor! You can see now the windows
distinctly shaped out in fire against the blackness of the building!"

"Just so, young Ishmael!"

"Now, then, professor, we must run on as fast as ever we can if we
expect to be of any use. George Washington was always prompt in times of
danger. Remember the night he crossed the Delaware. Come, professor, let
us run on!"

"Oh yes, young Ishmael, it is all