When the smoke shifted, it was seen that Tom had hauled the teacher
from the window sill and had her over his shoulder. She hung down
limply, showing that she had lost consciousness. Rung by rung, the
youth came down the ladder slowly with his burden.

"He's got her! He's got her!" was the glad cry, and a few seconds
later Tom reached the ground, where he was immediately surrounded by
the others.

"Oh, Tom, how did you do it?" cried Nellie, hysterically.

"Oh, it was not much to do-- anybody could have done it," replied the
youth. "Say, what am I to do with her?" he added, indicating the
burden on his shoulder.

"This way, please," said the teacher who had taken charge of matters,
and she led the way out on the campus and to a bench on which some of
the girls had piled their fancy pillows. Here Miss Harrow was made as
comfortable as possible.

By this time a third fire engine had arrived, and more streams were
directed on the flames. The ladder was used by some of those at the
nozzle of one of the hose lines, and by this means the fire in the
wing of the main building was quickly extinguished. Nothing could be
done towards saving what was left of the barn, so the firemen directed
all their efforts towards keeping the conflagration from spreading.

"Well, it's about out," said Sam, a little later. "Some mess, though,
believe me!"