"Go first," said she; and subsequently I held for a moment a very slender hand--a ridiculously small hand for a woman whose eyes were almost on a level with my shoulder,--and we two stood together on the roof of the Hotel Continental. We enjoyed, as I had predicted, an unobstructed view of Liege and of the square, wherein two toy-like engines puffed viciously and threw impotent threads of water against the burning hotel beneath us, and, at times, on the heads of an excited throng erratically clad. But I looked down moodily, "That," said I, as a series of small explosions popped like pistol shots, "is the cafe; and, oh, Lord! there goes the only decent Scotch in all Liege!" "There is Mamma!" she cried, excitedly; "there!" She pointed to a stout woman, who, with a purple? shawl wrapped about her head, was wringing her hands as heartily as a bird-cage, held in one of them, would permit. "And she has saved Bill Bryan!" "In that case," said I, "I suppose it is clearly my duty to rescue the remaining member of the family. You see," I continued, in bending over the trap-door and tugging at the ladder, "this thing is only about twenty feet long; but the kitchen wing of the hotel is a little less than that distance from the rear of the house behind it; and with this as a bridge I think we might make it. In any event, the roof will be done for in a half-hour, and it is eminently worth trying." I drew the ladder upward. Then I dragged this ladder down the gentle slant of the roof, through a maze of ghostly chimneys and dim skylights, to the kitchen wing, which was a few feet lower than the main body of the building. I skirted the chimney and stepped lightly over the eaves, calling, "Now then!" when a muffled cry, followed by a crash in the courtyard beneath, shook my heart into my mouth. I turned, gasping; and found the girl lying safe, but terrified, on the verge of the roof. "It was a bucket," she laughed, "and I stumbled over it,--and it fell--and--and I nearly did,--and I am frightened!" And somehow I was holding her hand in mine, and my mouth was making irrelevant noises, and I was trembling. "It was close, but--look here, you must pull yourself together!" I pleaded; "because we haven't, as it were, the time for airy badinage and repartee--just now." "I can't," she cried, hysterically. "Oh, I am so frightened! I can't!" "You see," I said, with careful patience, "we must go on. I hate to seem too urgent, but we _must_, do you understand?" I waved my hand toward the east. "Why, look!" said I, as a thin tongue of flame leaped through the open trap-door and flickered wickedly for a moment against the paling gray of the sky. She saw and shuddered. "I'll come," she murmured, listlessly, and rose to her feet. 4