"We'll have it out in another minute!" yelled Dick, as he turned on the water from his line. "I'm going to save Grit!" The fire died down for a few seconds, owing to the increased amount of water poured on it, but it was only for a moment, and then it flared up again. But the cadets fought on grimly. Some were even using pails, dipping water from a nearby cistern, and they would not obey the orders of the teachers to keep back. They did little good, however, as they could not get near enough to make much of the fluid effective. The door of the powder house was now burning in a larger area, and it seemed that the explosion might come at any moment. All saw it, and while they knew that they themselves could get a safe distance away, and while they realized that even if the powder did blow up, none of the college buildings would be damaged, it was different in the case of their favorite club house--the Sacred Pig--for it was close to the blazing structure. "It will be 'roast pig' in a few minutes," murmured Paul Drew ruefully. "I should say yes," agreed Dutton. "But we won't let it happen. If only the water holds out!" Once more came a howl from the imprisoned Grit. "Poor dog!" cried Dick, stooping down to see if there was a chance to get in and save his pet. But there seemed to be none. Almost at that instant the roof of the burning shed fell in, carrying with it part of the half consumed structure. This gave a better view of the powder house door, which was seen to be on fire in several places. Grit's howls of anguish became louder. "I can't stand that--I'm going to save him!" cried Dutton to George Hall. "But how can you? You can't get near the place." "Yes, I can--there's a side window. I wonder some of us didn't think of it before. I can reach it by a short ladder, and break open the window with an axe. Here goes. You handle the hose in my place." Before George could make any objection, Dutton had thrust the nozzle into his friend's hand and was running toward the powder house. On his way he caught up a light ladder and a fire axe that was on one of the hose reel carts. "Where are you going, Dutton?" called Major Webster. "To get Dick's dog--out through the window. I can do it all right." "Come back!" cried the major, but the cadet did not heed. Dick was having his hands full with the hose and for a moment he did not see what his former enemy had done. The fire was a little less fierce now, as the material on which it fed had been nearly all consumed, but the door was blazing in spots. They played water on it, but as fast as one area of fire was extinguished it would break out in another. There came a crash of glass and a cry from Dutton. "I'm in! Look out for Grit. Here he comes--through the window!" "Grit! Through the window!" cried Dick in amazement. "Why--how----?" "Ray went in after him!" called George Hall. "There's the dog."