he
smoke, two soldiers who tried to stop him just missing his arm as he
plunged in.

"Here, who was that?" cried the colonel, who now came up, panting.

"One of the bandsmen, sir--the lad must have gone mad!"

"No," cried the colonel; "he must have known that someone was still
there. The orchestra was there at that end; he has gone to save one of
his comrades. Pass the buckets, my lads.--A dozen, here: take this
piece of canvas and haul!"

The men seized the piece pointed out and dragged at it, when a volume of
smoke rolled forth; and as they got it farther away, and let in the air,
there was a flash of light and then a report, as a jet of flame shot up
into the air, followed by a steady, fluttering spurt of light, for a
huge jet from a broken gas-pipe burned furiously.

"No matter--no good!" cried the colonel. "Keep back with those buckets!
Who knows where they fitted the valve to turn this off?"

There was no answer, and the place now grew light; the woodwork began to
blaze, the canvas to emit huge clouds of smoke, and the men around kept
on making dashes in to try and find the lad who had entered the burning
wreck.

It was all plain enough to see; the broken gas-pipe was flaring on the
shattered woodwork of the orchestra, and this and the tables and chairs
upon which it had fallen were burning fiercely, and lighting up the
crowd of soldiers, officers, guests, and ladies who, less hurt than
their companions, were fascinated by the scene.

"There's a man in there burning," shouted the colonel--"perhaps two.
Volunteers, follow me!"

He led the brave fellows, who sprang forward right into the fire and
smoke; but they were beaten back, scorched and blinded, and an awful
silence fell upon the crowd, while the woodwork crackled and sputtered
and the gas-main sent forth its great waving pillar of flame, roaring
with a sonorous note; and all felt that the scarlet-coated figure they
had seen leap in had gone to his death.

Just then up came, running, several men dragging the fire-engine hose,
led by one bearing the bright copper branch.

"Now pump!" shouted an officer; but the order was checked by a yell of
"No!" as the back of a figure was suddenly seen leaning toward them;
then a couple of steps were taken, and it was seen that whoever it was
had hold of another's arm, and was dragging him out.

With a cheer, half a dozen men--one of whom was Jerry--sprang in through
the burning woodwork, and dragged both o