The burning-brands were dropping around them, and they leaped across the printing room to where they saw another passageway. This had a door, but the barrier stood wide open.
"In you go!" sang out Dick. "It must lead somewhere—and, anyway, we can't stay here."
They rushed into the passageway, not an instant too soon, for a second later there came another crash and the printing room was filled with sparks and bits of burning timber. Then a cloud of smoke all but choked them.
Half-blinded, and scarcely knowing what they were doing, the two Rover boys ran on and on, down the passageway. It had several crooks and turns, and more than once they brought up against some stones and dirt in anything but an agreeable fashion. But they felt that they were getting away from the fire and smoke, and that just then meant everything to them.
At last, the danger from the conflagration seemed to be passed, and they slackened their pace, and finally came to a halt. Both were out of breath.
"Whe—where does this lead to?" gasped Tom.
"That's a riddle, Tom. But I know it has taken us away from the fire, which is a blessing."
"Dick, we have had a narrow escape."
"Right you are."
