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When
Jane
turned
to
retrace
her
steps
homeward
,
she
was
alarmed
to
note
how
near
the
smoke
of
the
forest
fire
seemed
,
and
as
she
hastened
onward
her
alarm
became
almost
a
panic
when
she
perceived
that
the
rushing
flames
were
rapidly
forcing
their
way
between
herself
and
the
cottage
.
At
length
she
was
compelled
to
turn
into
the
dense
thicket
and
attempt
to
force
her
way
to
the
west
in
an
effort
to
circle
around
the
flames
and
reach
the
house
.
In
a
short
time
the
futility
of
her
attempt
became
apparent
and
then
her
one
hope
lay
in
retracing
her
steps
to
the
road
and
flying
for
her
life
to
the
south
toward
the
town
.
The
twenty
minutes
that
it
took
her
to
regain
the
road
was
all
that
had
been
needed
to
cut
off
her
retreat
as
effectually
as
her
advance
had
been
cut
off
before
.
A
short
run
down
the
road
brought
her
to
a
horrified
stand
,
for
there
before
her
was
another
wall
of
flame
.
An
arm
of
the
main
conflagration
had
shot
out
a
half
mile
south
of
its
parent
to
embrace
this
tiny
strip
of
road
in
its
implacable
clutches
.
Jane
knew
that
it
was
useless
again
to
attempt
to
force
her
way
through
the
undergrowth
.
She
had
tried
it
once
,
and
failed
.
Now
she
realized
that
it
would
be
but
a
matter
of
minutes
ere
the
whole
space
between
the
north
and
the
south
would
be
a
seething
mass
of
billowing
flames
.
Calmly
the
girl
kneeled
down
in
the
dust
of
the
roadway
and
prayed
for
strength
to
meet
her
fate
bravely
,
and
for
the
delivery
of
her
father
and
her
friends
from
death
.
Suddenly
she
heard
her
name
being
called
aloud
through
the
forest
:
"
Jane
!
Jane
Porter
!
"
It
rang
strong
and
clear
,
but
in
a
strange
voice
.
