"
"Don't mintion it, sorr, betune us. Faix, an' it's foire I shmill an'
moighty sthrong, too."
The detective came back to the front of the house, and saw the fire that
had broken forth in a moment, and was flaming in every room of basement
and upper storey, a fire too rapidly advanced to be got under, even had
the means been at hand.
"Quick, Sylvanus, Timotheus, get out the horses and any other live
stock," he cried; but the lawyer had been before him, and the two
Pilgrims and he were already leading the frightened animals past the
house and on to the road, where they turned their heads outward and
drove them along. Forgetting their watch, Mr. Terry and Bangs himself
helped, until every living creature, as they thought, was safely away on
the road to the Lake Settlement. Then, two figures, that the guilty
Sylvanus knew, came out of the door of the boarding house, and the
flames leaped out after them. The woman came up to Coristine, and said:
"I know you; you helped to carry poor Steevy, who is not awake yet. He
said it was cold down there, so Monty and I have made a fire to keep him
warm.
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