“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

The door opened, to show him two very pale girls, each carrying a bundle of clothes.  They were only partially dressed, but wrappers covered their disarray.  Keller went to the clothes closet, emptied it with a sweep and lift of his arm, and returned, to lead the way downstairs.

“Take a breath before you start.  The smoke’s bad, but there is no real danger,” he told them as he plunged forward.

At the foot of the stairs he stopped to see that they were following him closely, then flung open the outer door and let in a rush of cool, sweet air.  In another moment they were outside, safe and unhurt.

Phyllis drew a long breath before she said: 

“The house is gone!”

“If there is anything you want particularly from the living room I can get in through the window,” Keller told her.

She shuddered.  Flame jets were already shooting out here and there.  “I wouldn’t let you go back for the world.  We didn’t get out too soon.”

“No,” he agreed.

A sniveling voice behind them broke in:  “Where is Mr. Phil?  I yain’t seen him yet.”

Larrabie swung round on ’Rastus like a flash.  “What do you mean?  He’s at the round-up, of course.”

The little fellow began to bawl:  “No, sah.  He done come home late last night.  Aftah you-all had gone to bed.  He’s in his room, tha’s where he is.”

Phyllis caught at the arm of Keller to steady her.  She was colorless to the lips.

“Oh, God!  Oh, God!” she cried faintly.

The nester pushed her gently into the arms of her guest.

“Take care of her, Bess.  I’ll get Phil.”

He ran round the house to the back.  The bedroom occupied by young Sanderson was on the first floor.  The ranger caught up a stick, smashed the window, and tore out the frame by main strength.  Presently he was inside, groping through the dense smoke toward the bed.

Flames leaped at him from out of it like darting serpents.  His hair, his face, his clothes, caught fire before he had discovered that the bed had been used, but was now empty.  The door into the hall was open, and through it were pouring billows of smoke.  Evidently Phil must have tried to escape that way and been overpowered.

The young man caught up a towel and wrapped it around his throat and mouth, then plunged forward into the caldron of the passage.  The smoke choked him and the intense heat peeled his face and made the endurance of it an agony.

He stumbled over something soft, and discovered with his hands that it was a body.  Smothered and choked, half frantic with the heat, he struggled back into the bedroom with his burden.

Somehow he reached the window, stumbled through it, and dragged the inanimate body after him.  Then, with Phil in his arms, he reeled forward into the fresh air beyond.

With a cry Phyllis broke from Bess and ran toward him.  But before she had reached the rescuer and the rescued, Keller went down in total collapse.  He, too, was unconscious when she knelt beside him and began with her hands to crush out the smoldering fire in his clothes.