The light was of
a reddish tinge. At first, not realizing that the night was still
young, the Meadow-Brook Girls welcomed that light with shouts of
approval. But there was something strange about the glow that caused
Miss Elting, Harriet and the men to gaze in open-mouthed wonder.
As they gazed the glow seemed to grow stronger. Then it flamed into a
great glare of red.
"Fire! Fire!" yelled Jane McCarthy.
"The bridge is on fire! Run for your lives!" shouted the guide.
"Never mind the horses. Run!"
With one common impulse the girls and their guardian started toward the
other end of the bridge, which was not more than twenty feet from them.
Margery uttered a scream of terror. Jane grabbed her by one shoulder,
giving her a violent shake.
"Don't make things any worse than they are. Tell when you begin to
burn, but don't make us think we are burning till the fire gets to us."
"Go on, girls," cried Harriet. "I'm going back to the other end. We
must think about saving our packs and our horses." Unheeding their
warning shouts, the girl ran back toward where Janus and the driver
were still engaged in trying to lift the horses.
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