CHAPTER XXV
THE LITTLE TIN BOX
Ralph ran towards the grape trellis. He soon found the ladder the old woman had mentioned.
It was long and quite heavy, but seizing one end he dragged it towards the burning building. Soon he had it set in place and balanced. He had guessed at the proper slant correctly. Its top just rested on the edge of the attic window outside the sill.
"No time to lose," declared Ralph. "Where will I find a hatchet?" he called to the old woman.
"In the wood shed—right near the door, on a chopping block," she directed, watching his every movement in a fever of suspense.
Ralph darted into the wood shed. He came out, hatchet in hand, and sprang instantly onto the ladder.
The building was doomed, he saw that. Its entire front half was in flame. As he got a few feet from the ground a great whirlwind of smoke and sparks enveloped him.
