Mr.Lawrence did the same.

The street was now filled with weeping and shrieking women and children and piles of household goods.

A moment later, and Robert saw the burning flames leaping up about the home of his childhood--the house his father had erected.

They leaped and crackled angrily and licked the roof with their hot, thirsty tongues, and he turned away his head.

An hour later Jamestown was no more.