The crowd waited in breathless suspense--one minute--two--and still the imperiled lad stood at the window and the hero did not appear. Could it be that he was lost--overcome by smoke and flame? The throng below hated to think of it and yet--no, there he was! At the doorway again! Had he failed to accomplish his noble purpose? Had he been driven back from the work of rescue? No! No! He had succeeded; he had gotten what he wanted! As he dashed wildly out again the people saw that he carried under his arm a great, leather-bound volume.