Prince, encouraged by the physician's outbreak, began barking and running up and down the hall. Immediately there were sounds indicating that some, at least, of the hotel guests were aroused. Two or three doors were opened and the occupants of the rooms, in greater or less dishabille, showed themselves anxious to know what the cries meant. The clouds of smoke swirling about in the hall told the story immediately, for it set everybody to coughing. Much as he must have been anxious regarding his own possessions, Dr. Warren first ran to Mrs. Cameron's room, with Carolyn and Prince close behind him. The atmosphere in that chamber had cleared somewhat, but Carolyn's mother was not aroused. The physician used drastic measures in this case. He seized the water pitcher and drenched Mrs. Cameron's pillow with its contents as he dashed the water into her face. "Oh!" shrieked Carolyn. "You--you've drown-ded her!" Her mother awoke, sputtering and gasping. The doctor was now shaking her energetically by the shoulder. "Get up and dress! The hotel is in flames, Mrs. Cameron! Look out for your child!" "Oh, Carolyn! Carolyn!" cried the frightened woman, as the excited doctor dashed from the room. "I'm here! I'm here, Mamma!" Carolyn assured her. "Me and Prince are both here." Mr. Ben Truefelt, in his shirt and trousers, appeared for a moment at the door. "All right, Mrs. Cameron," he said cheerfully. "There's time for you to dress and throw your things into your trunk. The fire is confined to the kitchen ell and the cellar under it. I don't think we shall have to get out of the main building. But it is best to pack your things and be on the safe side." He disappeared. They heard a great deal of shouting outside. Some kind of fire apparatus had arrived, and a great crowd of the neighbours and people from other hotels. Mrs. Cameron, once she was awake, and despite the effects of the smoke, which she still felt, was eminently practical. When she and Carolyn were dressed she did not hurry out of the room, panic-stricken. She followed Mr. Ben's advice and packed her trunks and locked them. Then she took Carolyn by the hand and they started for the main stairway, followed by Prince. Most of the other guests had already got out of the hotel--some of them in rather light attire. The doors and windows having been opened on the first floor, the hall and stairway were relieved of most of the smoke. But the fire was still being fought in the rear premises. When Carolyn and her mother came forth they were hailed by many of their acquaintances. "Oh, isn't this terrible, Mrs. Cameron?" said one nervous woman. "That such a catastrophe should happen to us here!" "It truly is a serious affair; but it might have been much worse," said the little girl's mother. "We might have been smothered in our beds," agreed another guest. "A fire is an awful thing."