In the next house were heard the despairing shrieks of poor creatures who saw no way of evading their fate; yet the way was as open to them as to this brave pair.
"Oh, my angel," said Grace, "save them. Then, if you die, you go to God."
"All right," said Henry. "Come on."
They darted down the gutter to the next house. Little hacked a hole in the slates, and then in the wood-work, and was about to jump in, when the house he had just left tumbled all to pieces, like a house of sugar, and the debris went floating by, including the bedstead that had helped to save them.
"O God!" cried Little, "this house will go next; run on to the last one."
"No, Henry, I would rather die with you than live alone. Don't be frightened for me, my angel. Save lives, and trust to Jesus."
"All right," said Little; but his voice trembled now.
He jumped in, hacked a hole in the ceiling, and yelled to the inmates to give him their hands.
heavy rain set in, which was hardly sufficient to drive
was breaking through the tree tops. Breakfast was the next
in your stocking-foot and use it only if all else fails.
a gigantic nation of savages, heathens who had never been
tables, and lifting Helen Cumberly, carried her half-way
I had a good general training, and I know enough to run