"Get every body out of the building!" said a commanding voice, owned by a
man who had just arrived.

"Of course! That's what we have just been doing," said a second.

The cry now arose, "Two boys in the mill!"

Some one said that the boys had made their escape with the other
operatives, but had gone back into one of the lower stories after their
overcoats.

"Boys in the mill!" rang out the fearful cry.

The owner of the commanding voice rushed forward into the lower entry of
the mill, swinging an ax. Will Somers found him at the door trying to cut
round the latch.

"What's that for?" asked Will.

"Want to get 'em out, you fool!"

"Have you tried the door?"

"N--n--o."

Will seized it, pulled it, and open it came!

Will was brave, and, in such an emergency as the present, generally took
his wits with him. The room was full of smoke. He stepped in and shouted,
but there was no response. While at the door of the first room, he heard