"Come on, now," ordered Darrin, who had snatched up the coil of rope and was darting over the roof. "Dick's waiting for us." Prescott, still looking below, heard the swish of ropes on the roof as Dave uncoiled and threw the lengths out. "Good!" yelled Dick, looking back. "Tom, you take a turn or two of the rope around that chimney, for anchor. Dave, you stand here at the roof edge to pay out the rope. Greg, you and Dan get in behind Dave to help on the hoist. See, Dave! That third window from the end--- there's where the rope wants to go." "You going down the rope?" queried Darrin dryly. "Yes." "Wait, then, and I'll tie some knots in it." "No time for that," vetoed Dick sharply. "I'll have to take my chances. Miss Dodge may be smothering, or burning. Pay it out---fast!" Dick watched until he saw that the rope had gone low enough, and that it hung before the right window. "Now, brace yourselves, fellows!" he called, between his hands, for the roar of the flames and the crackling of timbers made some sort of trumpet necessary, even at short range. On his knees, his back to the street, at the edge of the roof, Dick Prescott seized the rope. Then, with a fervent inward prayer, he started over the edge, and hung in the air, eighty feet from the ground. Down below, the ever-increasing crowd let out a cyclonic, roaring cheer. It was a foolish thing to do, for it might have rattled the young football player. But Prescott paid no attention to the racket, and kept on lowering himself, coolly. Here was where his gym. training and all his football practice came in splendidly. Every muscle was strong, every nerve true to its duty! Not once did Prescott fear that he would lose his grip and fall to the street below. Up above, at the roof's edge, stood Darrin, directing as though from quarter-deck or military-top. Dave had to lean rather far out, at that great height, but it did not make him dizzy. "There! The grand old chap has landed on the window-sill! He has gone inside!" cried Dave, turning to his comrades. "Now we can wait until we feel a signal-pull on the rope." As he turned away from the smoke that was coming up through the air Darrin realized how much smoke he had inhaled. He thumped his chest lightly, taking deep breaths. Dick was in the studio now. Close to the window, where the draught was strongest, Prescott found the smoke so thick that he had to grope his way through it; but bending low, he quickly came to where Grace Dodge lay unconscious on the floor. She looked lifeless, as she lay there. "Whew! I'm afraid she's a goner, already!" thought Dick, with a great surge of compassion. However, seizing the unconscious girl by the shoulders he dragged her swiftly over the floor to the window through which he had come. The rope still dangled there. Seizing it, Dick gave it a gentle pull---not too hard, for fear the jerk might catch good old Dave of his guard and yank him over the roof's edge.