Jack, after a little, found himself pushed aside by another scout, who
wanted to exercise his muscles, and could wait no longer.

Seeing a group around some children, and hearing sudden cries from a
woman, Jack hurried across the lawn. Somehow he seemed to fear that
new trouble had broken out; and when he saw a half-clad figure wringing
her hands, and shrieking, he realized that his suspicions were going to
prove true.

"What is it?" he asked, of another scout, coming away from the group.

"Her baby. She says it is in the house!" replied the boy, whose face was
white with the horror of it all.

"What?" cried Jack; "did she forget her own baby, then?"

"She thought her husband had it. He's a sick man too. See, that's him
they are holding back there. He wants to go in for the baby, and they
won't let him. Oh! Jack, I'd like to do it, but I'm afraid of fire. I
just dassent!" sobbed the boy.

Jack waited to hear no more. His blood seemed to be on fire, and his
teeth came together with a click.

Another moment and he was in the group, eagerly plying the almost
distracted mother with questions as to which room her baby had been in.
Fortunately Jack had once known a boy living in the old Bradley mansion;
so that the interior of the house was not strange to him.

"Our bedroom--it is the corner one where the tower stands. The one that