The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf

The stout hotel man looked at the speaker, who was none other than Jerry. You see that window over there at the end of the house, third floor--that's his room! But the stairs must be ablaze by now, boy! It would be suicide to think of trying to go up there!" he cried. Come on, Frank; we'll take a look in, anyhow!" shouted Jerry as he dashed off, followed by his chum, equally excited. Still, Frank was ordinarily a cool-headed fellow, and accustomed to weighing chances somewhat before imperiling his life.