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70 went out. The maddened rush became worse.

"Quick!" cried Frank. "Let's give the school yell! Maybe it will quiet the rush until we can turn on the lights! There's a switch on the wall here! Now, fellows altogether!"

His three chums heard him as if in a dream, but they comprehended.

"One, two, three!" cried Frank.

Then, above the noise of the gale, above the shrieks of the women and girls, above the hoarse calls of frightened men, arose the yell, given with all the power of the lungs of the four boys:

Never had the call been given under such circumstances. Never had it sounded more strangely. Never had it been more welcome.

For an instant there was a silence following the yell. It had momentarily drowned the cries from the panic-stricken ones. Before there was a chance for a continuance of the panic that had been halted, if only for an instant, Bart cried:

"There's no danger. Wait until the lights are turned on!"