"I said, hurry up; come along; there is a fire at the seminary! The
girls may be in danger! Come on, let us go there in the auto."

"Oh, Tom, are you sure of this?" And now Sam leaped up, brushing his
writing to one side.

"Yes, I saw the fire from the observatory." And in as few words as
possible, Tom gave his brother the particulars. He was already donning
his automobile outfit. Sam followed suit, and both boys ran downstairs
and to the garage.

By the time they had the touring car ready, Songbird, Stanley, Spud,
and several others had joined them. The word had been passed around
that there was a fire at Hope, and permission to go to the
conflagration was readily granted by the college management.

"All aboard who are going!" sang out Tom, who was at the wheel, with
Sam beside him. Then, after several collegians had climbed into the
tonneau, away the touring car dashed over the road leading to Hope.

CHAPTER XI

TO THE RESCUE

It was a wild ride, never to be forgotten. Tom had all the lights
turned up fully, so that he might see everything that was ahead. From
twenty miles per hour the speed climbed up to twenty-five, then
thirty, then thirty-five, and finally forty. Over the newly-mended
bridge they dashed at breakneck speed.